There's been a craft explosion at my place. Beeswax candle dipping, leather pouch sewing, weed foraging, salve making, needle felting and whittling. And that's just the last couple of weeks!
This time of year is the start of the making season for me. It's the time of year when the weather is drawing me indoors and telling me to slow down. My desk calls me to sit down and make. At the same time, my brain fires and fizzes with creativity and new ideas. I get the urge to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard!) and share my thoughts and experiences. My hands itch to hold something and create.
I want to feel raw materials in my hands and turn them into something new. I want to sink into the process of making. To sift through the clatter and chatter and get to the part where I'm immersed in the process. To that place where the repetitive nature of craft feels like home and soothes my soul.
True to form, I'm doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that and I love it. I admire people who can pick one craft and master it but it's just not me. There's so many cool things to make, crafts to learn and tools to buy. Why stick with one?