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I fell off the face of the earth.

But only for a little while.

There was a show. The organizers are lovely folks and the location was awesome. I hope they continue with it, as I’m sure if it were a regular fixture, there would be more traffic to the event. We’ll see!

At said show, I debuted Crewel and Unusual:

Items will be added to the new shop tonight. Here is a sneak:

Flower Faeries were made and we celebrated the first day of Spring with a feast (oh, asparagus, how I love thee).

The recipe for these creatures can be found in The Children’s Year, a very awesome resource for seasonal crafts. The Boy helped sew the seams and didn’t mind at all that I made a blue snowdrop and a pink violet.

Today is Swag-making for the next event and other such obligation-filling/errand-running.

I hope it’s just as sunny where you are…

This morning, my dear friend Migraine had not yet subsided. She is an every-other-monthly visitor around these parts and usually she takes a hike sometime during the night and I wake up with a clear head. To my surprise, she decided to stay for breakfast this time around, so we curled up with a blanket, some tea and a hot water bottle (because Lady Migraine is always the harbinger of another special visitor) and relaxed with a project while she slowly took her leave.

The sun peeked in and out. I felt better. A walk was had in which it was discovered that the remaining oak galls are waterlogged and getting a wee…nasty. There will be no ink-making, then, as the dyebath from the previous post or two has been totally exhausted. Ink for my imaginary stone ink pot will have to come from another source and/or wait for a different season.

A little behind schedule, but some things are in their finishing stages…

Yes, Crewel and Unusual will be open shortly.

And new felt in the usual place later this week.

There were many things on the list that didn’t happen, but I feel accomplished despite waking up on the wrong side of my head. In fact, it was a perfect combination of forced relaxation and the compulsion to create. Did I mention there were cuddles involved?

In between said cuddles, the Boy turned his attention to property maintenance.