A name in which I could blame my complete lack of any contribution to this measely little blog, but, alas, not even this describes my lack of any craftiness whatsoever over the past two years.
August 2007 I discovered I was pregnant with my son. I attempted to complete a few cigar box purses, only to discover that I cannot use my normal adhesives. Something about finding a warning in capitol letters about 'NOT FOR USE IF PREGNANT OR CONSIDERING BECOMING PREGNANT' or something to that affect. Ok, now that I am completely terrified to use any household product in my home, so much for getting those done.
Crochet? Complete lack of patience. Don't ask me why, I have no clue.
Knitting? Well, I think my lack of enthusiasm just MIGHT have something to do with the fact that my knitting attempts still look like that of a First Grader. Ok, no, that is not entirely fair; I have no doubt there are gradeschool children with better knitting cababilities than myself.
Beading? No interest. Nadda. Zip.
Sewing? Alas. My poor machine. I knew him well. Last year, my sewing machine died. Just died. And with a total lack of funds to purchase a new one, all sewing attempt, except those attempted by hand, have been put waaaaaayyyyyyyy out on the back burner. *sigh*
So that pretty much leaves me with photography. A little trip here and there, but most of my photos for the past year have been of my son. Maybe eventually I will get around to posting some, but nothing spectacular, I promise.
So for the past year and a half, I have done nothing. Oh wait, not entirely nothing, I did make my son a hat. With a loom. Which saddens me a little but not enough not to use it while I still cannot knit.
In other words, its time, again, to get off my lazy rear and start doing things. For real. I mean it. Seriously.
Time will tell.