caught the bug

it is hard for me to not be obsessive.  i try to contain myself and resist the urge.  but i know this about myself, i can be extraordinarily single minded, stubborn, determined, tunnel visioned, ornery, whatever you want to call it.

and if you let me sit down in front of my sewing machine for eight hours straight on a saturday, then i am going to want to wake up on sunday and sew some more.  and go to my mother's for dinner, come home, and sew some more again.

yep.  i have sewed the weekend away.  all i remember of it is the pink fabric i am putting together in the shape of flowers and that wonderful feeling of fabric between my fingers.  i love the sound of my sewing machine.  i love the sound of my rotary cutter.  i love the sound of my scissors.  i love the way the fabric feels after being pressed.  i love sewing.

yes, this makes me a girly-girl but if you had any doubt about my status as such, then really, you are new to this blog and have no idea what you have started reading.  right now.  i won't lie.  i'd rather be sewing.  =0)