…everyone has two of them and they both stink. Somedays, I sit down to write a blog post and I can think of at least three different topics. I should write those ideas down, since there are other days where I can’t think of anything to say at all. Well, that’s not exactly correct. I can think of lots of things to write about, but none of them are relevant.
Since last Monday, I’ve been actively house hunting for my very first home. It’s pretty much the only thing I can think about. Scheming to get the absolute most out of the mortgage, debating renovated vs fixer upper, and trying to decide how much of my life savings I want to spend are all topics I could write novels about, but they have nothing to do with fiber art.
The only overlap between the two topics is in the spare bedroom, which will be my workroom. I’m stupid with excitement over having a space dedicated to spinning and crafting, where I can organize my tools. I’m drooling a little just thinking about it. And it could also be a SPARE BEDROOM, so maybe Mom and Dad will come up and visit more often. That’d be pretty sweet. And I could paint and install wainscotting…and so on.
So, I’m sorry, I have no new pictures or projects to share today. But when I shut my eyes I see paint chips in shades of turquoise. There just doesn’t seem to be room for anything else.