#she makes

I had all forgotten about my two am Etsy purchase until I got the shipping notification this evening. Cue *instant dopamine rush*

I look at the predicted delivery date. It's the end of October. Makes sense, I payed the least possible amount of shipping and it does take ordinary mail quite some time to cross the pond.

But! instead of being disappointed about the long delivery I realize that by the time my package full of fanciful embroidery supplies arrives at my doorstep, I will have forgotten about ever ordering it. I will arrive home to the envelope on our kitchen table thinking "Post! For me?!?", racking my brain for what it could possible be while tearing it open with my grubby little hands. CRAFT SUPPLIES! The forbidden gold! MAKE PRETTY THINGS!!

(I try to only buy supplies for specific projects bc of space limitations in my tiny eight square meters room in a shared flat)

While writing this I am already anticipating the sheer joy of getting an unexpected package full of things I wanted.

I remember when I was a kid and I would order craft supplies out of the craft catalogue with my mother and even if you could put in the order numbers online, it would still take about two weeks for the goods to arrive.

By that time we had usually forgotten about the order and that moment of surprise when the postman would ring with a package in the afternoon, together with the anticipation of a creative activity was one of the smaller but purer joys.

Shoemaking in progress!