Crafting for a living + being a natural hoarder + my innate boredom with domestic tasks = an extremely disorganised home (and while I’m being very honest here, I should say that that’s “disorganised” as in deep chaos cum pigsty.)
I realised I had to bite the bullet if I was to survive my own lifestyle and actually be productive and creative, so I hired my very own Dream Team: Feroz, Gatiep and Dollie, to help me with the overwhelming task of cleaning and painting. If I could locate my camera, I’d take a picture of them because, as I stagger and sway under the load of sorting out 34 boxes of fabric, 14 boxes of yarn, 8 years of teenage girl stuff, etc etc, these guys are jumping up ladders like monkeys and wielding rollers and brushes and singing as they go. It’s almost as if they’re enjoying it. They certainly found it funny when a fossilised mouse was located way under my bed, and dust bunnies the size of warthogs.
So, I have nothing to show you. Perhaps you’ll like a pic of Rob and me taken at the Olive Festival this past weekend instead? You know how we like to model our products :-)