Much of my crafting starts with things that are of no use to anyone else. (This may be because I am a Womble).
This project started about a month ago, when Potia sent me a box of wool scraps. I have a number of dull hessian bags, and a man who can draw. This is basically just woolly cross stitch on hessian, but the uneven nature of the underlying fabric gives it a degree of irregularity throughout. If you start with a smooth canvas and use one size of wool, you get a smoother, tidier sort of finished piece. As I am a creature of chaos and loose ends, this more bumpy outcome appeals to me more.
It’s a fine example of why I am not going to be a crafter professionally. That bag must have taken me fifty hours. I’d be hard pushed to make a pound an hour selling such things, and I have learned the hard way that it is better to make for fun and to give away, than become a person whose time is worth a pound an hour, give or take. I had a lot of fun with this, I mean to keep doing things in ways that make me happy.