You’ve probably read elsewhere in blogland about the big Melbourne craft bloggy get-together that’s looming. Yes? That’s right, that one in which each person makes fifteen clever crafty beautiful identical things to distribute at the gathering, and thus gets to go home (after suitable refreshments, stimulating conversation, much oohing and aahing and the odd smoosh of a new baby) with fifteen clever crafty beautiful different things to keep for their very own. All handmade by their new local (and interstate VIPs) bloggy friends.
I’m not quite sure how I ended up being included in this (ok yes I am, it was all Sooz’s doing) as I don’t really consider myself a bona fide ‘craft blogger’,* but invited I was, attending I intend to, and nervous I appear to be. Not only is there that whole thing of coming face to face with many of the people whose blogs I
In the end I did what I do best. I picked up my knitting needles. Time consuming, but hey, I had weeks to prepare and I can knock one of these, my signature item, off in two evenings in front of the telly. So, that’s, oh god, a whole month of knitting. Every evening. Er, and then the weaving in of ends and the blocking. And the matter of packaging. Sheesh.
You see how fraught it all is. I feel a swoon coming on. Shoot.me.now.
* I don’t identify as a ‘craft blogger’ as such. But nor do I feel I qualify as anything else in particular; not literary, not philosophical, not godforbid a ‘mummy blogger’. It’s a soup of many ingredients over here. A Heinz 57 varieties as my mum would say.