I was reading the Notebook magazine over a cuppa and there were several articles on craft made as a child. After reading them I thought of all the things I made as a little girl.
My mother used to say I could do anything with my hands but not with my brain.
I loved art at school, especially pen and ink drawing.
I remember making little dolls out of the wooden clothes pegs and those paper ones that you had to cut the clothing out of paper and dress them.
My grandmother taught me to cross stitch and knit at 5 years old. We had a second garage in the backyard, I would collect large storage boxes and fruit crates and make them into the galley of an aeroplane and pretend I was an air hostess. My Dad worked for an airline and he would bring me home the TAA serving trays and cutlery.
On rainy days Mum would give me the old large round mat and I would put rocks under it to make hills and valleys and use my brother's match box cars, make roads and a city out of cartons.
Mrs Gash across the road had a Mulberry tree and I would squash the fruit and rub it into fabric to dye it. Mostly I would end up having more red on me than the fabric. I had a Chocolate box with sikworms and cocoons, who would think that I am using them again 40 odd years later.
All this was done whilst I was in Primary School, and then boys came along....
I have a passion for notebooks, tins and nic nacs. There is something about the feel of a new exercise book as you open up the cover to the brand new first page. I bought myself a set of 72 Derwents for my 40th birthday.
It wasn't until I was married that it all came back and I started quilting. There is comfort in using your hands, but Mum I do need my brains to work out patterns, measurements etc.