I have discovered a passion for something that is entirely unrelated to fibre! All along Auckland’s coastlines are sandy beaches strewn with pretty, broken, sure-to-have-a-second-use pieces of china and pottery. And I have been collecting them.
I love finding these tiny bits of something previously useful or precious buried in the shells and sand. For me, it is ridiculously exciting to pick up a plain glazed piece, turn it over to smooth off the sand, and find it is colourful or patterned, or as was the case yesterday, decorated with a little drawing of a bird.
For now these beautiful little things are in a jar on my desk, but one day I might think of something special to do with them. Even if they never do more than provide me with a rainy day sorting activity or prompt recollections of hunting for them with Molly then that’s still lovely.