I went into this mass craft producing frenzy. Every time I had more that two minutes sitting still, I whipped out a pair of knitting needles or my embroidery hoop. I crafted in front of the TV, I crafted in my work lunchroom, I crafted in the car, which was not an easy feat. And when I wasn't working on a project, I was thinking about the next one. I was surfing craft sites for new patterns and cruising Hobby Lobby for supplies. Right before I slipped into a craft coma, the holidays came and gave me the first official day off I had had in weeks.
Now I can't stop. Since I have retreated home from the turkey and ham fest that was the family Christmas and New Year's celebrations, I have logged even more hours on Whip Up, been to Michaels so many times I have the inventory memorized and knitted two washcloths. I stood in my favorite coffee shop and demonstrated to the owner how to fold a 8x11 piece of paper into an 8 page journal booklet. There is no methadone for embroidery floss.
Here is a sampling of some of my holiday projects. Everyone thought they were awesome, which is only enabling my addiction.
Wish me luck.
This was a quote from the write Kay Thompson that I made for my friend K.Everyone needs a nice cock
My pop in his new hat. In his hand, is a "fart machine" my mother gave him. These are a few of his favorite things
Sweet dreams cousin B.
Maw loves her neck warmer
*please excuse the poor quality of some of the photos. The blackberry is not perfect you know.
