The Power of Water

A few cozies for jars, cups, mugs, candles, tissues, etc. getting read for Ledge Craft Lane.

​A few nights ago, I was busy writing on my latest novel, "Seams Like Murder," when I heard the distinct sound of rainfall. I typed away to the sound of water falling for a few more minutes, only to realize I didn't see rain outside my window. Upon investigation, I found it was "raining" in my walk-in closet. Water was pouring down in a steady stream from the ceiling as the washer in the apartment above me attempted to fill up a leaking tub and instead began filling my closet.

That leak forced me to face something I'd been putting off. My book inventory and handcrafted yarn creations are in that closet. Had I not been home to put a tub under the leak, and had our housing complex not had a Johnny-on-the-spot maintenance manager who accepted calls at all hours of the day and night, gallons of water would have continued to fall into my apartment, potentially ruining all my hard work.

Books, yarn, and water do not mix well. The books I could easily reorder to replace the damaged ones, but most of my yarn creations are one-of-a-kind, irreplaceable.  Why was I keeping them stored in a closet anyway? If I made these items for others to enjoy, why wasn't I offering them for purchase?

The simple truth is that I'm focused on so many other things in my life right now that I kept putting off getting my yarn creations ready for retail display. I know my creative endeavors are safe because I heard the delivery men grunting as they lugged a new washer up to the second floor. But I'll be getting my yarn-crafted items and books ready to go to Ledge Craft Lane anyway. 
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They have a party room upstairs--minus washing machines.