Pretty early on in our relationship I learnt that Carole’s hobbies would never just be confined to a desk or any other kind of work surface you would care to imagine. It was only a matter of a few weeks before I came to learn that there would, for all time, be three of us in this relationship. Me, Carole and the remnants of Carole’s hobby.
Now, I have a couple of main hobbies – gaming and writing. There was a time when they went hand-in-hand, but now they’re two separate things. But the one thing they both have in common is that neither of my hobbies provide remnants that you may find, say, stuck to the bottom of your socks a few days later, or down at the foot-end of the bed.
Carole enjoys crafting. One of the by-products of a healthy crafter is waste. Little bits of card, paper, ribbon and such like that are trimmed away from the finished design. Now, try as you might, not all of these remnants will end up in a bin. Some will inevitably end up on the floor. Even more so now that we seem to have a cat who enjoys nothing more than playing with litter – you try to scrumple anything up and throw it away in this house and you’ll find it, a while later, on the carpet slightly damp from cat spit.
My first introduction to the remnant problem was in not long after I started spending weekends at Carole’s. It was only a matter of time before you’d be lying in bed and move your feet only to find that you could feel the sharp point of something pressing into your foot. Or you’d be walking around the house in your socks (and other clothes as well, naturally. Or unnaturally, I suppose) when you’d feel that something was a little bit off.
Further examination would show that you were sharing the bed, not only with your beloved, but with various off-cuts of card usually, for some reason, triangular in shape. Or that attached to the bottom of your sock would be a square sticky-foam pad most commonly used to add dimension to a card by raising an image, say, up from the card stock (I know all the jargon, me). Sometimes you’d find these things a short while later. Maybe upon removing washing from the machine you’d spot that it had a foam pad attached to it. Or several foam pads. Or you’d go to make the bed and find enough card to keep the staff at Hobbycraft happy.
More recently, Carole’s taken up jewelry making.
I only mention this because a couple of days ago a bead rolled out of my underwear when I went to the toilet.