text: Once upon a time I could be found in Helios Fountain nigh on every Saturday afternoon with a gaggle of other eleven year old girls Our irresponsible parents let us make the pilgrimage down to the grassmarket on our own to um and ah over the superfluous treasures that they sell I was always drawn to the many different bright colours of Fimo that modeling clay stuff that you bake in the oven and the millions upon millions of beads which come in every shape and size imaginable slight overexaggeration Invariably I would leave clutching a tiny paper bag filled with bits and bobs for making some rubbish jewellery with p well spent Not much has changed since I was last there except I could have sworn there used to be a cafue It still sells everything you could possible need to make some hideous homemade accessories and they still sell Fimo I cannot wait til I have kids to introduce to the joys of crafts