I'm in the process of moving house and last week took a few car loads of boxes to the new place I shall be relocating to. On Friday I loaded the car with all my camping/bushcraft stuff including my leatherworking tools and bag of leather bits. Found I had far more than I thought. Double of doubles even.
So Sunday rolled around and all I wanted to do was make something out of leather and boil water whilst sitting under a tarp and found I couldn't do any of them. My stuff is 10 miles away and I feel bereft!
How sad is that?!
I shouldn't be that surprised really, whenever I lend out a DVD or a book I haven't read in a while I know for a fact that that is the film or book I desperately want to read next. All my paperbacks are now over at the place too but I am sooooo glad I have my Kindle.
Just wondering if anyone else ever gets these sorts of feelings. Parting is such sweet sorry.
G'night.
So Sunday rolled around and all I wanted to do was make something out of leather and boil water whilst sitting under a tarp and found I couldn't do any of them. My stuff is 10 miles away and I feel bereft!
How sad is that?!
I shouldn't be that surprised really, whenever I lend out a DVD or a book I haven't read in a while I know for a fact that that is the film or book I desperately want to read next. All my paperbacks are now over at the place too but I am sooooo glad I have my Kindle.
Just wondering if anyone else ever gets these sorts of feelings. Parting is such sweet sorry.
G'night.