I was just telling Tim last night that I really wish I was more crafty. He, being the good supportive husband that he is, tells me that I am crafty. I think that is his “canned” answer anytime I bring things up.
Me: “I wish I were more __________”
Tim: “Honey, you are ____________”
I think he expects that I will agree with him and drop the subject. That rarely happens. I think it may be the upcoming holidays and all of the crafty stuff I see in the magazines. I want my house to look all festive and cute. I’ve also been checking out The Big Trade-Off’s flickr images and all of the amazing clothes she makes for her kids. Stinkin’ adorable. Seriously? She makes me want to sew. I ponder to myself, if I had a sewing machine I could totally make Abbi cute dresses and outfits and even ones for her baby doll to match. Then I snap back into reality. Tim would be all for me getting a sewing machine, mostly because he could use it. He totally knows how to sew and is good at it. Oh that would piss me off if he could out-sew me.
But being crafty also costs money. All of those cute decorations cost money to make. Now making clothes for Abbi could actually save money or I could go hog wild on patterns and fabrics and make her more clothes than she could possibly need. Yeah, that’s wishful thinking. Reality is that I would probably waste so much fabric from my mistakes. Ah, the dilemmas I face.
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