"Here I go again.
I hear those trumpets blow again.
All aglow again,
Taking a chance on love."
Except of course, the reference to love is perhaps not completely appropriate. For it is not mon amour that I am returning to, Luke Wilson has not been returning my brain waves. No, but it is an old love: the crick in my hand from a day of crocheting, the frustration of revisiting an unsatisfactory project, accidentally using my hand as a pincushion. Oh, the glorious memories. The past few months, I have worked on the odd project here and there...
...but nothing to brag about. Nothing to build a dream on.
But I've got responsibilities now! A little one who relies on me.
The time for idle thoughts is over. I am a woman of action now. "Gee, maybe a blog would be nice to share with what I'm up to to and what I'm making..." BOOM! What do we have here, eh? "Yowzas! My fabric is awfully unorganized. Maybe I'll take a nap instead..."
KAPOW!
Color Coordinated.
And that's how I roll.
Of course, this is all to say that I am being proactive in making and selling items. Look out.
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