And of course we'd all have grants to live on,so we wouldn't have pesky jobs taking up time that could be spent crafting.Or wildly sucessful etsys.
Secret clubhouse,hee hee. I have this mental image of myself wearing trenchcoat,shades,and carmen sandiago-type hat,sneaking around a corner,and zipping inside the doorway.Lots of pockets for supplies;we'd have to get Q from James Bond working on craftster gagets instead of spy gagets.
"It's okay, everyone, I've got the acrylics."
"Were you followed?"
"I managed to shake off the guy that was tailing me by leaving a knit decoy of myself in the yarn shop."