Great title for a fake book, eh?
Being obsessed about something is good for me I suppose. It allows me to feel, it allows me to escape the turmoil of home. Every morning there's one thing or another. I think it was Wiggles and then killer whales last year. Some day I'll have to chart my obsessions. Hell, what's your current obsession is one of the questions they asked people in Fuits magazine in Japan along with what the point of their fashion was.
Because of the Liberace doll comng in I got in to the closet and found my fabulous fabrics. Every time I get in there I make more progress. Where to put the yarn aside things are actually very good in there. I can get to all the doll making stuff, all the collage and paper crafting, all the fabric, all the painting, clthes, CDs, and everything else in there. Next round I hope to get some doll stuff in there.
What's holding things up is the dresser that needs a bit more stripping. I can't phystically do any more and it's at the point where the stripping basically has to be finished and/or some serious sanding to smooth out the surfaces before another coat of paint.
All the stuff that goes on the dresser is mingled with doll stuff, or the Monsters that might go on there are taking up room other dolls can use. And yes I'm adding more. But that's just me.
And I found the carcas of the big ass spider we sprayed but it ran off so I can sleep better.
To give my hands something to do I got in to the box of triangles.
Now to just do that a zillion more times then put all the hexagons together. I have other quilts, like the space quilt which needs the edges sewn, but As I was waiting to see if Liberace was going to arrive today I didn't want a big mess on the table in case I needed to iron something fabulous for him.
And my attention span is out of fooks today or I'd be watching Hornblower or something.