I am so funny sometimes. Funny weird, not funny ha-ha.
Do you ever find yourself obligated to your hobbies? Do you ever feel that neglecting a certain UFO for any significant amount of time will cause the universe to unhinge around you? Will your shuttles go on strike and start hiding themselves in the couch cushions in protest? Will the crafting reality that you have acclimated yourself to suddenly rend itself from the fabric of space and time if you don't meet it's expectations????????
No? Just me? Ok, just checking.
No really, I do let my tatting take on a personality and it's own emotional being. Like T.A.T has been nagging me for weeks now. It keeps reminding me that I had wanted to finish before Meirah was born, and that I'm being such a pantywaist for not wanting to tackle the split ring project. And then the cabone rings start chirping that they can't make money sitting there in the bead box next to the swarovski crystal drops that are waiting their turn to make an appearance on Etsy. And then I find out that the Sew mate shuttles are planning a revolution somewhat akin to the boston tea party. It would seem that they feel the clovers are seeing an unfair amount of usage and I should be on the lookout for balls of turkish thread thrown into the harbor. As long as they stay away from the hand-dyed threads I'll be ok. And the hand-dyeds? Well, they just refuse to associate with the Cebelia in the thread box. Cebelia already has an inferiority complex after seeing all the Lizbeth move in.
Sigh. What is a tatter to do? I do have to talk myself back into tatting what I want to tat, not just what I should tat. I should enjoy my hobby for what it is, right? I've been tatting again since January, which is a record for me I think. Usually I pick up a hobby and go all out for maybe 6 weeks...then I lose interest and move on. Hubby and I are very impressed that I've stayed on one creative topic for so long. My attention span seems to have increased. Perhaps I'm a grown up now lol....