I'm supposed to be packing. And tidying. And organizing. But I keep finding myself in the Haven o' Craft, tripping over piles of fabric and trying to sneak in just one more quick project before I get down to the business of getting us out of here.
This morning, for example, I cut into a gorgeous pink flowered vintage sheet. Totally smitten with the multitude of shirred dresses out there, I figured I'd whip up a pair of matchies for the little girls. I measured. I cut. I pressed. I hemmed. I shirred. I wailed. Although I'd carefully doubled the measurement for the shirred bit, it ended up being 2 inches shy of the length I needed. (Which should be a relief to those of you who may have worried I'd start cranking out sweet little shirred dresses and put those dress-selling Etsians out of business...) So: tears at the sewing table. Where have we heard that one before?
In order to soothe my wounded inner craftster, I took on a quick, easy little project---one of those instant gratification jobbies so near and dear to me. Grossgrain ribbon in hand, I set out to make some hairbows. We were fine and dandy till the last step, when I realized that---horror of horrors!---my glue gun had gone AWOL. Much grumbling ensued, and the H o' C was turned upside down, but the little bugger is still unaccounted for.
I know when I'm beat. I took Mojy and Shani and headed out for some retail therapy---at the feed store. Kit the 'keet needs to eat turkey feed, so I walked into the store with a clear cut plan: Buy feed. Leave store. Go home and screw up another couple of projects.
I left the store with another guinea fowl. I'd been feeling a little guilty for keeping poor Kit all by him/herself in that big ol' brooder, and Mr. Feed Store Man promptly handed over another little 'keet to keep the first one company. (It seems he has an abundance of guinea fowl to dole out to his customers' kids. Which is odd, really. In my day, shopkeepers gave out balloons, or lollies. Go figure.)
Check out some more productive spaces over at Kirsty's!