I've been wanting to make a large dent in my crafting stash this year. I have a lot of things acquired right before the crazy home buying time, back when I thought I'd be spending the winter season at my parents house nestled snuggling inside with baby and family while watching the snow fall in big clumpy flakes. Instead we moved into our home three weeks before Christmas and winter has been anything but "wintry" this year.
Of course, the first thing I dive into has to be a rather long craft.
A cross stitch that was half completed before Henry arrived and put away for months due to my nervousness at scissors and needles around babies.
So instead of putting it away for the next ten years I decided to try it out. So with the help of a sewing box that closes, I've managed to really make some progress over the last couple weeks - stitch by stitch and row by row during nap times or while catching up on a new episode of "Once" or "Dr. Who" with the family.
The best part is that Henry finds it rather fascinating when he's not playing with his toys in front of me. He likes to pull himself up, sit next to me and take it from me - touching the patterns and holding it up to his face seeing what he can see and playing a quick game of "where's Henry?" while he's at it.
While my crafts are definitely "my thing" a part of me chooses to do it, with children in the house, in the hopes that they will develop an interest, or if nothing else a respect for things made by hand. For the delayed gratification that comes with working constantly on something that might be around for years to come.