Few things in life rile me more than someone else’s well organised craft space.
See this?
And this?
And this?
They should be ashamed of themselves, smearing their perfect art and craft spaces all over the interwebs. We don’t need to be looking at that. Not when we’re looking at the unholy mess that is our own ‘craft space’.
What we’re actually looking at is the dining room table and the latest kid-project. A collagey thing made of recycled toilet rolls and cut up stuff that started being created on one little corner of the dining table but is now slowly walking through the house. And we’re looking at every pencil, every texta, every shred of fabric and paper that we own in the entire house plus 5 different glues and my good pair of fabric scissors which no one but me is supposed to touch ever all traipsing along with it.
Sigh.
It’s not that I don’t organise the bejeezus out of the craft stuff at home. Everything has a place, I mean I’ve got enough plastic containers at my place to build a slippery stairway to heaven. The kids have organised spaces, I’ve got organised spaces, even the chickens have organised spaces.
But organisation isn’t enough. You need organisation, plus at least 3 hours a week, a willingness to clean up after the kids (because you can rest assured that the kids will not clean up after themselves in quite the manner you would like), a very high boredom threshold and a degree in Anal Retentedardo to keep stuff where it goes. Hours and hours and weeks of sorting the pink pom poms from the blue pom poms and the green pencils from the green textas and th- oh, sorry, I nodded off for a minute there.
I mean, how long do you think neat and tidy craft people actually spend doing the craft versus tidying up after the craft? How long do they spend? I mean, just loooooook!