As, indeed, it should have been. I packed up a big pile of orders, which will be going out tomorrow. I visited a local farmers market and found the first blueberries of the season. And I finished another bag. This one is for you, Jen!
And then, because I had more of that main fabric than I thought, I finished its twin. It’s fraternal twin.
It is so tempting to scoop up every last bit of that luscious Bleeker Street fabric and just horde it away. All for me. But really, how many more things can I realistically make for myself out of it?
I wore the skirt today, and had to leave the bag home when I ran out to buy bagels. The idea of being that matchy-matchy with myself was just too much. What am I going to do in the winter, when I have to wear my scarf and carry my bag at the same time? Oh! The dilemmas of a crafty girl fixated on a single fabric collection. Sometimes it’s hard to be me.
Do you know that I signed up to teach a polymer clay class to teenage girls at the library next month? And that there is going to be a display case with my name on it (and my creations inside it) in the library throughout July? And that I was approached today about talking to some high school freshman girls about my “career?” And that some MOMS Club friends think it would be a fun activity for me to show them how to make fuzzy flip-flops? Pardon me while I freak out… Most of these things involve me talking. To other people. In person. As if I know things. Love the idea of the spotlight, but now that it’s found me, I kind of want to crawl under the table and suck my thumb for a while.
If I don’t come out for a while, somebody please toss a bag of Reese’s Pieces, a can of Dr. Pepper and some Rold Gold sticks down here so I don’t starve. Oh, and I’ll take my tiny stack of Bleeker Street scraps, too. Just ’cause.