Acquisitive.

Sometimes I see something and I just have to have it.  This can happen with items ranging from the sublime to the mundane, and it's not one of my more attractive character traits.  The worst is when it's something I've got to make.  This sort of scenario usually involves some wondrous item I've seen on One Pretty Thing, and the urge to make one of my very own becomes so compelling that I abandon household tasks and small children.  When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, I've got all of the materials on hand and it's just a matter of finding the time to retreat to the Haven o' Craft.  Otherwise, I find myself scrounging in the car seats for wayward pennies, and stealing out at naptime to procure the necessary components, which is never a good scene. (Especially when the baby wakes up before I get home.)

So for weeks I've been coveting these reusable produce bags, which are all over blogland.  (I know.  You were hoping I was after something a little more exotic, huh?  Me too, but you can't choose your compulsions, I guess.)  This afternoon I treated myself to a packing break and cut into the sheer curtains I'd been saving to make the little girls a bride's veil.  (Sorry, kids.)  An hour and a few lengths of bias tape later, I had four of  these puppies.  I used the existing casing for the drawstring, and squared off the bottom corners to make things roomier inside.  (Wouldn't want to crowd the kiwis, you know...)

I'm planning to make a batch of smaller ones to use at the bulk bins---there's a Whole Foods in Milwaukee, and I fully intend to make the most of that happy circumstance.

Speaking of happy circumstances, we're loading the moving truck tomorrow, and heading out of here on Sunday, G-d willing.  So you may see a little less of me for the next few days, but hang in there!  I'll be back...