Hobbies or habits?

Some bug got into my head this last weekend, and I’ve started moving stuff, organizing stuff, getting to the bottom of bags and boxes that have filled up with the detritus of life, or moving, or plain old boredom.  Throwing out pieces of mail that travelled to and from work with me for months “because I really ought to do something about that/ring that guy/cancel that subscription”.  I’ve been clearing the floor in my overstuffed studio, moving the desk out, making space to walk around in.  Trying to find a place for everything, and put everything in its place.

And it occurred to me that over say the last five years, I think I have spent more time buying fabric, moving fabric, organizing fabric and figuring out how to store it than I’ve spent sewing.  So is sewing a hobby for me?  Or do I just have a fabric habit?

I’m pretty sure I don’t need to spend any more time at the remnants bin in John Lewis.  That goes double for linen.  Triple for *green* linen.

And one other truth: If I’m going to start weaving more, I need to start sewing again.

Abundance

I love fungi.  I think they are fascinating things; beautiful, in fact.  When I told my Mum this, she gave me a very strange look, but I think they are really quite magical.  They also carry some quite powerful symbolism for me: regeneration, abundance in adversity, the ‘dark’ side of the cycle of life.

My workplace is set in some very well-tended grounds, and an astonishing variety of fungi inhabit the place.  I took my camera for a mushroom walk at lunchtime this week, and snapped this little lot – have fun!  (These are all straight off the camera, unedited.  Some are better than others, but I think all are pretty cool)

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