The financial world has been slowly crumbling in past weeks. And it’s having a knock-on effect on other sectors of industry, affecting jobs and job availability. Which eventually finds most of us either a little or a lot out of pocket. So while the rich bankers, traders and hedge fund managers get richer and the poor recently repossessed get poorer, the crafty get craftier. Well I have, at any rate.
I’m not a big spender. I was simply not born with a shopping gene and retail therapy is my version of hell. Unless, of course, it involves a quilt/embroidery/fabric store or haberdashery. There is always that piece of fabric that I just have to have a fat quarter of for my stash. And my thread box needs to have enough options to inspire new projects. I’ve gotten better at buying only what I need, but under present conditions I am so grateful for my past indulges.
While dinners out are few and travel is non-existent, there is a world of opportunity waiting in my fabrics and threads. Instead of conjuring up ideas based on what I could go out and buy, I find myself coming up with designs that incorporate what I already have. That piece of fabric I bought three years ago finally has a purpose. And new colour combinations are opening up exciting new avenues to explore.
The best part of all, though, is that I find ideas simply exploding into my head at any given moment – on the train, in my dreams, mid-conversation. It’s as though my imagination has been prodded into action by necessity and discovered that it actually has something to offer. It’s quite a liberating, if somewhat surreal, feeling.
The other positive spin-off is that immersing yourself in fabric and thread and delicious new ideas doesn’t leave much time for worrying about the state of the economy.