You see, when I have a craft I enjoy, I like to indulge in the items used for that craft.
I’m not sure if indulge is the right word. Maybe it would be more accurate to say I become fanatically compulsive about buying anything remotely pretty that could be in any way associated with a craft of some sort.
I have an addiction.
Let me see if I can explain it a little better, so you understand the depths of my depravity.
I like to sew. Sewing requires fabric, thread, scissors, and a sewing machine. Those are just the basics of course. My solution?
Why yes, that is a sewing machine and a serger, and those are actually shelves built out of shoe organizer kits lining each wall in the closet. Thank you for asking.
But I don’t think you quite realize the levels I will sink to in order to cater to my addiction. You see, I also enjoy crocheting. As you know, crocheting requires hooks and yarn.
Please note, I made the roll-up case by utilizing my mad sewing skills in conjunction with items from the stash pictured previously. I must admit, I’m not actually sure where the yarn came from. I believe there may have been some sort of mass yarn migration due to environmental issues in their natural habitat, and some of the displaced refugees claimed my craft room as a sanctuary. I will need to look into the situation further.
I hope you are beginning to understand how I bask unrestrained in my addiction. But in case it hasn’t quite hit home, let me point out one last thing.
I do enjoy cross stitching. The threads, the fabrics, the frames, the patterns… Oh yes. I love it all.
I bet you know what’s coming now… Oh yes….
I trust you have begun grasp the seriousness of my condition. I have no shame. I revel in my depravity. I glory in every crafty bit of it.
Yes, I am an addict. And you know what? I love it!