I really should never go near a fabric store. I can't control myself. Walking in the doors, I'm just so inspired by everything I see. This fabric would make a lovely summer skirt, and that one would look so cute on Peanut. There are so many things that I can imagine doing.
I was stopping at Jo-Ann ETC today to pick up a set of circular knitting needles, (it's official, I'm hooked. Just what I needed, another hobby :)) because I'm going to try knitting a sweater for Peanut. Little did I know that they were having a HUGE sale. Lots of yarn (insert longing moan here), lots of ribbon, and LOTS of fabric. Some of it just 50 cents a yard! I had to look, never mind that I have enough fabric lying around that I could clothe a small village. I came home with six yards to make some cute sundresses for Peanut, ten yards of cute checked grosgrain ribbon, three new patterns (hey, they were only 99 cents, you can't beat that with a stick!), and my knitting needles. I only spent twenty dollars, though. I don't think I did too bad. Now if only my inspiration will stay with me long enough to finish it all.
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I have finish-itis. I was just looking through my craft chest in the basement, which I hadn't opened in probably eight years, and found a bunch of started but unfinished cross-stitch projects. I have at least three knitting projects started and a bunch of yarn for projects I never started. I will finish them. I will. I will.
On the bright side, there was a finished cross-stitch in that craft chest. It was a little ballerina that said, "Delight yourself in the Lord." I made it before Sweetheart, my little ballerina, was born. I framed it. Now I just have to make the time to hang it in her room. :-)
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