Sunday, July 26, 2009
Did I mention that I started something new?
Yeah, I've turned into a crafter now. The die-hard kind who just told her husband that instead of wanting to take a 4-day trip to Chicago, she really wants to just be home. Alone (ie: with husband and kids gone) (which means no interruptions for dishes-cleaning-laundry-food prep-kid care). So would he please either a) take them to Chicago without her or b) take them somewhere else?
I know. You don't need to tell me. It's a disease, an obsession, and it's not healthy.
But, you see, I opened this shop 2 weeks ago, and even though NOBODY has bought anything yet (I'm not holding it against any of you, but you could visit the shop and--you know--browse a bit...and maybe put something in your virtual cart...and just happen to pay for it. Just if you want to...), I still just want to make things. Lots of things. Things that use paper and scissors and fabric and thread.
And it's dangerous too, because even though I haven't made any money (yet), I still keep buying supplies. Oh, Michael's has a sale on paper? Better get some. Oh, Jo-Ann has their buttons 40% off? And some are even clearanced down to 25 cents? Got some. Oh, Hancock's of Paducah is selling Amy Butler and Anna Maria Horner fabric for $4 and $5? Yup, got some of that too. Yeah, it's definitely a plague.
So anyway, Clint opted for plan b, and he's taking the kids to a waterpark on Tuesday. I'm just holding out till then, although I may be squeezing in a little sewing and painting and paper cutting before then.
After all, I can't help myself. Oh, and if that weren't bad enough, I also started a crafting blog. You can check that out here. I know, I know. Don't tell me.