Wednesday, 2 September 2009
This is currently the scene in our dining room.
Out of sight on the floor are another two boxes full of moulds.
In the workroom, one whole wall to wall worktop is covered with moulds.
And I haven't even started on the final cupboard yet.
Let's just say that I have many, many more moulds than I thought I had. Most of them I don't even recognise or remember having. Some of them were bought over 15 years ago and have only ever been cast once. Several dozen have never been cast at all.
I think I must have had some sort of obsessive compulsive mould madness, which compelled me to buy every new mould released by every mouldmaker, back in the day when money was no object.
Thankfully I am now in remission and enjoying the catharsis of having a bloody good clearout. I started off writing a list of the moulds for sale on scraps of paper as I went along, but I'm getting in a muddle so I'm in the process of doing a proper list, on the laptop, in a properly laid out formatted table in Word.
Which is not displacement activity at all.
Not in the slightest.