How can one describe the feeling of returning home after a truly wonderful, relaxing trip – that moment you walk through the door after a day spent packing, travelling to the airport, hurtling through the air in a plane, travelling home, unlocking the door, stepping inside?There’s no place like home.
I don’t need to click together sparkly red shoes to know this (but oh, I wouldn’t say no to a pair to give it a go!). I love travelling, I absolutely love visiting new places, learning niceties in other languages, eating new foods, strolling through local streets...but I also love coming home.I love walking from room to room, reacquainting myself with the home. I slip my feet into my recently repaired purple slippers. I spot the decoupaged bookcase in the kitchen, and it’s all new to me again. My eyes spot the granny stripe blanket I made for Bunny and I feel happy. These little crafty creations – and I’m speaking for you, me, all of us, we crafty folks – are more than a hobby, much more than a way to spend a few hours here and there. These are treasures that truly make our house ours. Our home.
That’s it from me for today, no photos, no WIP updates I’m afraid, just a little hello and a promise to post something clever and crafty ASAP!Chrissie x