To live is to craft and to craft is to live-plus more homely bar room philosophy from a former barmaid and library assistant
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
No more cards tonight
That's it. Due to aforementioned unpleasant illness (FMS) I have a lack of feeling in my fingertips. Usually it's not a problem. Tonight I suddenly started getting funny marks all over my cards. Tools messy, I thought, but after a close inspection I couldn't find anything to cause it but there they were again, the same dratted marks. It was blood! I had a paper cut on the end of my finger. I can't feel it at all but it's bleeding every time I try to do something. I've ruined a sheet of lovely pearlised patterned paper. BLAST. I'll put a plaster on and go do some knitting in front of the TV. Can't make cards with a plaster on the end of my finger. On the plus side-paper cuts used to be really uncomfortable. Night night.
I am now in my sixties and despite being diagnosed with fibromyalgia several years ago I am enjoying myself more than ever because I don't care what other people think of me anymore. It's the "when I am old I will wear purple" syndrome.
Have been papercrafting for over 18 years but I've loved making things as long as I can remember. My granny taught me to knit and my Mum let me have all her leftover bits of fabric to make clothes for my dolls. My sister still has stuff I made for her Sindy doll!
Got bit by the stamping bug -you know that magic moment when the embossing powder turns into gold. Love making bags boxes and envelopes as well as cards.