A chatter of creatives

Hand dyed yarn

I have been trying to work out what the collective noun for a group of creative people would be. An exaltation perhaps? A company or a clutter? I think maybe a chatter of creatives is the best way I can describe the group of entertaining and talented individuals I have been fortunate enough to spend my weekend with. I have been away by myself, for the whole weekend, for the first time since Pip was born, at a crafting retreat in Rye organised by Natasha from 'Taking A Moment in Time'. I got to spend three glorious nights asleep, without waking to find a small person stood silently in front of me wanting a cuddle at 3am or needing to deploy my peace keeping skills as soon as my eyes open at 7am (who am I kidding? Try 6.30). It is not often in my life that I get to spend such quality time with a group of individuals from the yarn world that I spend so much of my life inhabiting. A very awesome bunch they turned out to be.

Let's be honest, a retreat is a bit of a risk. This was my first, so I went into it with no real expectations, but I have since discovered from others that they don't all turn out quite so well as this one did. First off, you have no idea who else is going. I was sharing a room with a complete stranger, which is in itself something of a leap of faith. What if I snore? What if they do? What if I need a really big fart in the middle of the night? Will I have to hold it in while I try and tiptoe to the bathroom to expel it discreetly, in the hope that everyone else will be asleep and there will be a good few hours for the gas cloud to disperse before anyone has to walk in to it? The answer to that last question is yes by the way. Then there's the food. I can be something of a picky eater - although I am getting better as I get older, I have never had the most adventurous palate. Three days of someone else's cooking could either be marvelous or leave you ravenous. And, I think the biggest concern of all, what if I don't actually like anyone? 72 hours confined in a relatively small space with a group of people who make me want to snap my own crochet hook - let's be frank, it's a worry. As it turned out, I needn't have been concerned about any of the above (apart from the bathroom trip in the middle of the night). Natasha is an exquisite host - warm, welcoming, generous and funny. She is also a fabulous cook and is meticulous in her presentation and her care for her guests. The house in Rye ha