Since I've been playing along with Kirsty's Creative Spaces it has come to my attention that my desk is conspicuous in its absence. For all I know it has nicked off for a pint at the pub around the corner. I'm not quite sure when I last saw it, there are so many layers on the desk it's difficult to determine where fabric ends and table begins. I would very much like to be a tidy crafter. In much the same way I would like to be a tidy cook. Lord knows the Frenchman is keen on that idea too, there's a lot of naughty swear words and huffy pan throwing when he comes in for the clean-up.