Craft wars

I have a partner who is not very sympathetic to my crafty nuances and my wish to adorn my home with crochet. He won’t be taken in when I tell him that crochet and craft is all on trend. He associates granny squares with grannies.
We live in a fairly modern red brick built estate. The estate is now about 15 years old so the trees and planting has softened the edges somewhat.
As much as in my dreams I would live in a Yorkshire stone built period property we bought this one , our first property together, five years ago for the cost, space and lack of maintenance.
None the less these houses lend themselves to a modern decor with contemporary furnishings, not one which lends itself to that overused ubiquitous term ‘shabby chic’.
The other problem is my partner ;). He is fond of an androgynous look. Not too feminine and definitely uncluttered.
Now I’m all for uncluttered, but I also enjoy seeing things I’ve made about the house and looking at your own curtains and blinds does not quite do it for me.
So I have taken to sneaking things in where I can.
Here a decoupage duck sits upon a plate in the kitchen that gathers keys, hair clips, bottle tops and pins until its pile is high enough to warrant finding each thing a home.

I have got away with these three felt birds that seem to have gone unnoticed, on the black side board in the living room.

A rabbit doorstop passes muster due to its functional properties.

And an owl cushion views the room from the top of the sofa.

Upstairs, banished to the spare room, sits my lovely crochet cushion which I made in subtle colours with a view to go in the living room. Unbelievably this was rejected to the spare room!!

One place I can be assured of a crafty welcome is in my daughter’s room. Amongst my makes is this felt bird cushion.

And this felt heart hangs which hangs on her blue wall.

The key, I think, is to make items which are both functional, unique and contemporary. I think my twine crochet baskets fit the bill perfectly.

Come Christmas, his guard is down, and my daughter and I fill the house with hand-made clay, fimo and felted animals, snowmen, and snowflakes.
Maybe he’ll soften. I’ll not hold my breath.