. . . is always crafting.
Sometimes it's crocheting up a storm, or at least several unfinished projects. Other times my sewing machine is putting out smoke. Then, for days I end up picking modge podge or epoxy out of my fingernails. It's never-ending, and I love it.
I could do this all day and night. Literally. I've been getting to sleep kind of late these days. Here's what I've been up to:
I've also sewn several cute girlie onesies, but I'm not going to post them because surprises are fun! I sewed two outfits for the twinners in Arizona. I've made a few skirts for my niece, Zoe (like the first picture, but all different), and even refashioned a men's shirt into a girl's dress! That one gets its own post. I also made some cute coasters, painted a mirror, and am currently in the process of stenciling some designs for decorating my place. I'm so excited to show those off!
My point is that I could live in the craft store. Maybe Ben Franklin? Live there. For years. I can spend hours in there, not buy anything, and leave totally happy as if everything in the world is good again.
Except my sleep schedule. I'd rather create than sleep. As evidenced by the late hour of this post.
Oh, Alter Ego, I love you and loathe you.