Feel My Pain

I'm sick. I suffer from a disease called ibetterkeepthisincaseineeditlater. Perhaps you know someone with this disease, or suffer from it yourself. I think it is genetic. I experience flare-ups when near fabric and sewing notions. I believe my dad's flare-ups are brought on by building supplies. The symptoms are hoarding, bulging closets, sagging shelves and piles, boxes and bags filled with what-ifs. The disease often leads to over consumption of the items that cause flare-ups. This is what I look like during a severe case. Yes, the local paper caught me at the rummage sale during a recent bout of illness. I am working on a cure using a self medication technique called useitnowandbedonewithit.

Armed with my sewing machine, ironing board and Ginghers, I take small doses of my medicine. The side effects are completed projects, a sense of accomplishment and freed up storage space. You, lucky reader, can also experience a pleasant side effect from my medicine by posting a comment. I will send a completed project to one lucky commenter. The winner will be randomly selected Monday morning. Content of comment is not important. A simple "Hi, I feel your pain" or "I'm sorry you are sick" will suffice. So post a comment and come back Monday. You might just find yourself toting a handmade reusable grocery bag like the one below, which I made from vintage fabric and my husband's old sheets. Look out Envirosax, Molly's got a brand new bag. You know you want one.
The bias tape is from my neighbor's grandma. She used to have a sewing shop. It's a good thing the shop closed before I developed my disease. With the leftovers from my bags, I made this cute apron. I know you want one too, but I'm keeping it, incaseineeditlater.


My pain may be your gain. See you Monday.