Self-Control

I do not have it.

But I do have a mascot for my soon be complete craft room.

I named him Barack Ollama. He fills me with hope.
I named him Barack Ollama. He fills me with hope.

My sewing table is half assembled on my craft room floor, so soon I will have a place to sprawl out my projects.

Proof of the lack of self-control - look at my basket!

I may never need to leave the house again.
I may never need to leave the house again.

I've been looking for the perfect yarn for a scarf and hat to match my gloves. I'm beginning to think it's a lost cause. They are a pretty golden rod color, but I don't think most people can pull it off. I might just buy the matching ones at Target.

Anyway, all those visits to the yarn store have resulted in the above. I cannot be trusted near soft things.

They will become a sweater, a shawl, a pair of socks, a hat, a scarf, and a pair of mittens. An unintentionally well-rounded selection of projects.

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