First World Problems
I have an addiction. So far as addictions go, it’s not terribly damaging, but still. I think something needs to be done…
I lose all sense of time in fabric stores. Which I really shouldn’t even go in to in the first place, as I have stacks (literally, stacks) of the stuff at home. But there was a huge sale. I just couldn’t pass it up. It’s not like if they sell out of one kind of pattern you’ll ever get it again…
Somebody needs to arrange an intervention I think. 😉
In other news, I am getting ridiculously excited about upcoming sales and shows. Like, giddy excited. I’m testing out new display ideas, gathering up my supplies, and getting ready to dive into “production” mode. I think I’ve finally figured out my personal “seasons”. January-April is fixing up the house time: downsizing, spring cleaning, updating the place, etc. May-June are all about gardening. July-August are mostly about having fun with the kids/fambily and making the most of the wonderful weather. September-December is making stuff time: stuff for sales, stuff for gifts, stuff for fun. Not that there isn’t any crossover – like when we get snow in June around here – but I’ve given up the notion of getting any rooms painted until the craft season is over. Why it took me this long to figure that all out is beyond me. Sleep deprivation? Or maybe I’m just a slow learner.
Wish me luck. =)
4 Replies to “First World Problems”
Kate:
I love the description of your personal seasons. They all sound wonderful. For me, it’s the transition that is the difficult part. But I’m glad you lost yourself in a fabric store–that sounds like a fun opening to your new season.
You surprised, delighted, and deeply touched me with your beautiful card. I love snail mail! That was such a gift to receive on Monday evening. A really precious gift that I’ll never forget. And just as special is that I now have your snail-mail address, so we can be occasional pen pals (as well as online friends). This all makes me very happy.
Take good care,
Joy
It was my pleasure, Joy. I too enjoy the romanticism of snail mail. I hope the transition into school-time goes well and look forward to keeping up. =)
” to everything there is a season”
Cheers,
Leah
I love autumn. 😉