Or, rather, it's not all knitting, all the time. Those of you who know me understand that I have a great many textile passions, not the least of which is patch working. I have a thing about quilts, their tops, in particular, that goes far beyond 'bizarre obsession'. I have enough fabric stashed away in this house to drown every bed in quilts and still have enough left over to cover the parking lot of Costco. And I'm not a bit sorry for it, either.
I started getting shipments of the new summer fabric yesterday, the "Chocolate Lollipops" from Freespirit. It's trickling in a bit at a time, as it's printed, and I'm overwhelmed at how completely adorable it is. Making quilt kits up in that is going to be so much fun. I was told today... by my mother... that, because I don't HAVE to work, I should not be doing this, the opening of a yarn and fabric/quilt shop. Apparently, I'm putting too much stress and strain on my family. Apparently I'm not supposed to have a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Apparently I'm too retarded to have anything worthwhile to offer my little corner of the world. And I don't really give a crap. Everyone can think I'm nuttier than squirrel turds, but this is my sanity I'm trying to save. I'm not a bit sorry for that, either.
So, I've spent an enjoyable evening going through the online catalogs for the fall fabric collections and having a blast comparing the different offerings. I'm actually able to 'see' the quilts in the fabric, the way I want to present the fabric to my buying public. Often it isn't anything like the samples shown, which leads me to think I just might have to write a patchworking book in the future, 'cuz, you know, I'm just soooo needing another project. For now, however, I have to start making sample blocks and small projects for display... which probably means I should also finish my nemesis, the sock monkey quilt. I can't show you a photo yet, as it hasn't been delivered to the intended recipient, but there WILL be photos, ugly, graphic photos, of what evil monkeys do in darkened sewing rooms, when no one is looking. Stupid monkeys.