When I pack I always start with books. Not one book, always books. Usually clothing is next on the list, and accessories - earrings the right colours, bracelets and matching necklaces, creative hairpins.
Zipping my travel toilet bag, handmade out of old jeans and a special print fabric with the face of Nelson Mandela (a gift by a friend), my mind is already busy figuring out which craft in progress to pack. The pair of mittens I am knitting, the black shawl, the felted white hearts for Christmas?
I reject them all. This is the darkest season of the year. I am craving for colours. The blue garden furniture is stored away in the playhouse, but the sparkling blue colour follows me this winter in these crocheted grandmother's square. A quilt for the blue table.