Addictions
Addictions, everybody's got 'em,
From the top, to the very bottom of the list.
~Carman
My father once noted that I needed Slim Fast for my brain - I think it was in reference to my pig-headed teenaged behavior, but I'm willing to bet a dime to your dollar that I need it for my current brand of brain cells. You see, I have this incredible collection of ideas that float and whir and eventually spit out through attached appendages, trying to locate the best way to create the devised concoction. Well, it's supposed to work that way.
I admit it: I, copper cat, am addicted to collecting ideas. It's got to be better than collecting dust.
This month's collection to my barnacle-encrusted head includes what I want to do with the sewing machine I recently purchased. Yes - I took a step into the fiber-and-fabric mechanics' world. Yes, I want to do all that crazy-quilting, parts-piecing, make-it-yourself altered clothing and oh yeah, the occasional boring hemming of pants. I've got notions and preconceived notions. Pattern ideas are flowing through at the same rate they let water through the White River Dam on a daily basis...Hey, come back here! I needed that one! All right, somebody get me some waders and a fishing net.
Wait now, there's more (you, with bated breath, get a mint, please!): while one hand is fingering the shiny, sixty-whatever-stitches (yeah, yeah, but it was what I afforded myself), slick latest baby that can sew its own quilt, the other is already at the keyboard, racing through blogs, chats, webpages, and "we're not a brick-and-mortar" store for the next blessed idea. I'm already signed up for an online class to make A Horse of a Different Color brand of journals. Yahoo! (the expression) and Yahoo! the groups I keep joining - they've got nothing on me. Now if I could just settle down long enough to produce. That reminds me, I do have a flower and veggie garden, but heck, it's getting the rain and sunshine, so if I remember to pull myself away, I'll go check on them. Hey, did you see the guy who makes art from fruits and vegetables? Maybe I could do that, too.
Oh yeah, if you, like my father, do decide to buy some Slim Fast for my gray matter, please make it Chocolate Royale.