I haven’t been inside my little craft shed since before Christmas and in my absence it has managed to fall to pieces.  The roof is leaking and the rain has done damage.  I am very upset, well, more cross with myself and well aware I should’ve checked it more regularly.

So, feeling rather like a neglectful parent, I took all the pictures off the wall and put them to dry, did some tidying up,  proper polished (beeswax and two clothes-type) the nice furniture and then dug out a dehumidifier and my little greenhouse heater, knowing full well they should’ve been in there working all along in my absence.

The dead plants probably don’t help much either.  I even managed to kill the most unkillable plant ever – wood sorrel, now totally dead and growing mould.

Later this afternoon, I decided I would have a stab (see what I did there, geddit?) at making one of my hand-felted sheep out of Shetland wool.

But first I had to finish my Christmas Lego model.  Ta da!

Pepper came too and made the heater her own, as per usual.

Two hours’ later, one finished sheep.  Ready to be sold.  Does my back/arm/leg/neck hurt afterwards?  A bit, but I think I’ve just got to get back on with things otherwise everything else will fall to bits around me.