A while back I showed a friend, who is very different to me the cushion I had made for my Godchild using crazy appliqué technique.
It was funny. I thought she was going to be complimentary. She took one look and said " you have got too much time on your hands."
I was not upset as she meant it in a jokey way and as I said we are like chalk and cheese. I soon showed it to a crafty friend. And of course she made all the right appreciative noises. It takes all sorts to make a world.
Whenever I am crafting something just to make it decorative or attractive to me. Prettifying is a good word for these pursuits, her words echo in my head. And I laugh to myself. How can making something beautiful equate to having too much time on your hands. If that is the case let my hands be involved in such a way for ever.
Now. Where is this preamble leading. Well my sister in law has moved into my late Mother In Laws barn this week and she was clearing a wardrobe and she threw these hangers onto the pile going to the tip!!
I asked if I could have them and they looked the perfect thing for a bit of prettifying. To me the worst thing in the world is metal coat hangers, closely followed by thin plastic ones. I hate the tugging and tangling that ensues when they get in a tangle. The noise they make is jarring too. Horrible, just horrible.
As always out came my trusty hook and before long a nice little coat hanger cuddly was made. Nice and thick to keep the clothes from creasing.
I covered the wire hook with pretty ribbon securing it tightly with knots and a bit of tape for good measure.
I then folded the strip in half and poked the hook through the midway point. I had purposely made the strip a little shorter than the coat hanger so that it would fit snugly. Using single crochet stitches I caught a stitch from each side of the strip to totally encase the wooden hanger. Tah Dah. So much prettier.
When I hung the hanger in the wardrobe I quietly stood back and had a little think. I used to live my life at the speed of sound. I used to have my hands full and overflowing. Now, I do have time on my hands. I am so thankful for every single second of it. I am thankful that I can use such time doing exactly what I love best. I will never have too much time on my hands. Sadly, as for us all. In actual fact there will never be enough.
And look at that pile of hangers again. There is someone else just like me. Someone who knitted little covers.
And my favourite of all. A folding hanger. My Mum used to pack these in our suitcases when we went to Cornwall. They were ugly.
Again someone just like me has covered this one in the sweetest material and used tiny,tiny running stitches.
Please, never think you have too much time on your hands.
Before I finish once again I was so touched by your kind thoughts about William.
Things are progressing slowly.
Sadly that horrible cast left him with a nasty rash which has prevented him from going swimming which would help his mobility but it is healing fast and I am sure he will soon be walking again.
I bet he can't wait!