Sewing each day keeps the crazy away.

 

 It took me years and years of trial efforts to work out that there is absolutely no knitting triumph I can achieve that my husband will think is worth being woken up for.

                              A clean house is a sign of a broken sewing machine.                                                       

My biggest fear is that when I die my husband will sell all my craft supplies for what I told him they cost.

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            I just don’t want to look back and think that I should have bought that fabric.

                  Asking a seamstress to mend is like asking Michelangelo to paint your garage.             

                                Of course I am working. It is a power tool with thread.

                                I am not a hoarder. I just need a bigger craft room.