I've fallen in love with my glue gun. It's true. That beautiful, simple device has both burned and healed me more times that I care to recount. In light of a recent "breakup", I've been bitten by the retail therapy bug, but I've been fighting off the urge to indulge. We're in a recession, after all (hehe).
I really, REALLY wish I knew how to sew. Deconstruction and reconstruction of clothing has been an interest of mine for such a long time, but without a sewing machine it's extremely time consuming, labor intensive, and demands a lot of undivided attention. "If only I had the time and energy to spare" - I find that I've said that so often over the last few years. Lately, life has shown me that we need to make time for the little things that make us happy. It's difficult, but I'm truly pushing for the first time in what feels like ages. Finally pushing for one small thing that I want. I hoping beyond hope that this is the beginning of a pattern for me.