A card made for a baby shower.

I've been trying to get organised lately, which is a fearful task. And a curious one.

I'm drawn to the idea of being very organised, I like the process of finding places for things and putting things in their places; I would love to have less stuff, and I think spare, open spaces are beautiful ... But, often, as I go along tidying and sorting, I become very amused by my clutter, charmed by all sorts of useless broken buckles and plastic lids that once were paint palettes, and fascinated by the way things and objects come to rest together.

I was doing a half-hearted job of folding up some fabric scraps when I found this tangle of net, wool, ribbon and loose ends at the bottom of a bag. I wonder what creature has made such a sweet nest, and where they are now...