Gone on a sewing jag

By now I know that I like to hurl myself into pastimes and hobbies with great abandon, but little constancy. Wow, sounds alot more dramatic than it is!

It's wintertime and along with wanting to get out and exercise I simultaneously lust being crafty. Usually my go-to is cross-stitching, which takes up little space and--if you buy a kit--doesn't cost all that much. But now that I'm doing bellydancing, there's alot of potential for making my own costumes and therefore sewing has become attractive again. I have a decent sewing machine and an excellent learn-to-sew book, and armed with a basic purse project I hit JoAnn Fabrics. Oh is that store dangerous. I've always loved fabrics, as I have always loved clothing, and now all the costumey fabrics are no longer off-limits. . . it was glorious.

The downside of picking up a new hobby is that there are alot of unwritten rules that are so "no-duh!" once you know them, which is probably why nobody writes them down. OH well.