Imagine this piece of cake is just within your reach...but you can't touch it.
(Or if you don't like chocolate imagine ice cream or something.)
This particular piece of cake never goes old.
I just sits there, day after day, after day...begging you to take a bite.
Taunting you with it's lusciousness.
Every once in a while you get a crumb. Just a crumb.
Then it stares you in the face some more.
Day after day after day.
This is how I feel about all my pretty fabric, and all those patterns, and all those projects just waiting on me.
That Mabry post from Saturday was actually written over two weeks ago. I just edited it to fit the occasion.
I haven't touched my machine in over a week.
I do have some things to share...
but I sure wish I could get a big HUGE bite instead of little nibbles of sewing time.