I've had fun this last couple of days - I needed to restore some creative balance after all the memorialisation of last Wednesday.

I spotted something at my local library as I was browsing the shelves looking for reading matter for the week. In a book on polymer clay I spotted the technique for titivating flatware, or, to betray my origins some what, cutlery.

So I repaired to a couple of my favourite emporia and indulged in the purchase of some of this clay stuff. And then I enjoyed myself putting new handles on some spoons. Now, perhaps it sounds a little simplistic, but I had not, surprisingly enough, played with this stuff before. Firm, yet sensually malleable I suddenly realised the reason for the warning in the book with the instructions in “. . . this technique is like a Chinese box - once you've opened one, you'll want to open them all.”
As I wrapped my battered teaspoons in their new handles and smoothed the clay as free as possible of my fingerprints, I realised that I was considering writing implements - the were instructions for that in the book too *G* - so I wrapped a pen in clay, made a cane, sliced it and applied it to the pen and cooked pen and spoons in the oven. Fifteen minutes later I am bouncing around the house feeling so terribly pleased with myself and my “new” blue teaspoons and my decorated comfortably thick barrelled scribing tool.

The worry is that this proves so tempting I can see me getting involved in yet another thing for my fingers to be involved in while my wallet nerve writhes yet again against my wants. This is probably due to the large number of UFOs (UnFinished prOjects) that I have been guilty of over the years (like most crafty women I know) that starting another on fills me with a feeling of almost embarrassment at contemplating the purchase of more clay and trying some of the other projects.
So I think that I shall put this temptation to one side and go back to my spinning and crochet - and perhaps this year I will finally learn how to knit!