Craft Room Antics

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I am quite well. This week I spent an entire day cleaning and reorganizing my craft room. I also entered a cross-country bobsled race, but I have months to train for that.

My crafty haven had evolved into a hazardous area requiring hard hat, steel-toed boots, and pudding popsicles (because there’s always room for Jell-o). Hester (RIP) had been so easily frightened that in June I set up a spot downstairs for crafting. Each visit to the craft room during this period required me to don a shrubbery disguise so as not to interrupt the nesting of Groucho, Harpo, and Flo-Jo. As such, the craft room became a derelict spot and several squatters took up residence. When the squatters found my secret stash of Icelandic wool, things got ugly. I didn’t smuggle that wool legally through customs just to have it soiled by ne’er do wells looking to play cat’s cradle while singing show tunes.

With a vengeful vacuum and several hours of podcasts I took the craft room back. It was slow going and the space still feels a little crowded, but the room belongs to me once again. Enjoy this photo collage I created just for you:

All the colors on the walls are named after foods, boysenberry, celery, pumpkin spice, and hot cocoa. The yellow table in the center doesn’t match at all, but I love it, so for now it stays.

Cleaning up helped me realize that there are so many organization projects I would love to complete. For instance I could make box covers that match the wall colors, or hang a clothes line and string up my knick-knacks of inspiration. One thing’s for sure, I don’t need to go to the craft store any time soon. I have enough stuff to complete 100s of crafts. Perhaps I should host stash busting parties and charge my friends and loved ones admission to make something sublime.

Ah ha! I think I’ve hit upon an excellent get rich quick scheme. Assuming by rich I mean $7 and by quick I mean in several months.

All this talk of organization has really been exhausting. I better power up with fro-yo. To the bobsled!

So long for now, keep your chin up, don’t eat your weight in spam…etc…

Sincerestly,

Henny Penny

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