A genetic predisposition...

It's my excuse and I'm sticking to it, ok?

The collecting and hoarding of craft materials, the unending list of projects to make and crafts to try.... it's part of my make-up. I can't fight it - it comes from both sides of the family.

I've mentioned my Dad's crafty sister before, but until now, I hadn't mentioned my mother's super-crafty sister. Before age and illness affected her eyes and hands, my Auntie Wilma clothed her family, made gifts for every baby she knew and could whip up a school fete's worth of crafty goodness in the blink of an eye. She didn't sit still. And she knew how to buy craft materials....

Today she gave most of her stash to me (most....only because my car was too full to take ALL. I've been invited back!).

This afternoon, I sorted through boxes of lace. I now have a super-special box of (handmade?) cotton lace, a box of cute vintage lace, a box of broderie trims and a basket of "free to a good home" lace.

If you come in to visit us in Helen St, you're welcome to have a rummage. My aunt wants the stuff to be used so I'm happy to pass it on to anyone who can make the most of it.
The buttons came pre-sorted! I'm in heaven! (And sorry, these are not going in the free to a good home basket).

I've made a start on sorting through the fabrics.

The yarn stash is tomorrow's job. (Tonight, it's still in the car..... with.... ummmm... Auntie Wilma's knitting machine....).

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Like I said, it's not my fault.