Friday, July 25, 2008
Oh no! Now what have I started
I just knew I should have left well alone. Deep down I knew no good would come of meddling with machinery. Stitchery fun leads to dangerous ground. Please don't protest and claim it's all innocent, that no needles were harmed in the making of this garment, that pins were treated humanely and with respect. I have seen the other side and it's dark over there. I wanted to be kind and fair. I know I should have left them where they were. They were safe and happy, in familiar surroundings, comfortable with matching patterns and all manner of paraphernalia I have no hope of providing. Fabric is for ever not just a project.
But I was weak and I gave in. I bought them and brought them home and now they've been stuffed cruelly into a cupboard, wedged precariously between wool for three future projects, or maybe past projects that have sunk so low down the to-do list they've time warped back to the future. They may be there some time. They say the first step to coming to terms with an addiction is to admit it. Alright then I cannot hide the fact. I am guilty. I now have a fabric stash as well as a huge yarn stash. It's not good for the economy, I didn't need them, but I really couldn't help myself.
They were so pretty and I know what I'm going to do with them, one day.
And I just love the chalk marker that moves on a roller ball, and the felt will make wonderful applique won't it?