There is something intrinsically crass about showing you what I found, and brought home.
I am sorry for that, but find myself so rarely in the situation of being child-free with money – alright I confess – plastic, that I went a bit silly, and you know I don’t regret a moment of it.
Yesterday was the stitches and craft fair. I went expecting to feel overwhelmed and needing to resist the urge to immerse myself in frivolous pastimes. I stayed – head spinning- overwhelmed by the amazing diversity we display in taste and preferences. My cup of tea is your poison and vice-versa.
There was some truly horrible stuff that had been painstakingly created. And superb products that made you feel good just gazing at them. To a colour-junkie like myself the yarn booths were like a black hole – sucking me in big-time.
It was apalling to see stands that had been imported completely from China. Stuff that looked cheap and smelled of travel and warehouses – that just looks like decay to me these days.
It was thrilling to see beautiful product made in Australia and nurturing to behold. Better still bring home. Things to brighten dark days and make happy corners in ones life.
I came for a ring-thimble, and left with indigo and coral, silk and fabric, ideas and a smile. And a thimble.