I keep thinking about quilting. I really would love to try it. Even through I am pretty phobic about the needle and thread. When we got married and my DH lost his first post-marital button I have nicely explained to him that I wanted to help him, but could not. I was allergic to sewing. I brake out in the rash. Being a nice guy, that he is, he actually bought it. And did all our buttons himself. That bliss lasted until I met my friend Tamar, who got me sewing. Now the excuse does not work anymore. Pity.
Anyway, I would really love to try quilting. I love the things my friend Debbie makes. They are totally awesome. I also would love to make some pretty bags. I am addicted to bags and purses. Not the nice dainty designed kind. But huge ones – I do not travel lightly. My DH tells me that I can easily put 50lb of potatoes in my “purses”. He is probably right, but I am constitutionally incapable of caring something dainty. I guess it is the Russian in me. I found a happy blend of functional and very pretty in Maggie’s creations. They are so pretty that looking at them makes me want to make one (or at least buy it). Now I have to get a diaper-knitting bag combo. I am getting tired of caring a separate two bags. And my back hearts from dragging them around.
A few years ago I got a spinning wheel. I got as far as I could without a teacher. Now I really need to see someone do it and to learn not just from a book.
All this is beside my usual knitting-crocheting-beading madness.
There are so many things I want to make. I guess I am an idea addict. I keep dreaming about all the wonderful things I want to make.