Hoarders is playing on my Netflix.
People..that is a bad sign.
The chickens are around me on the bed. I've sewn two.
My Go!Baby still hasn't gotten here. I'm having crazy fears that it got lost/stolen in shipping. Which makes me have serious sadface.
I at least got up and went through my stash for the Feeling Fussy Modern Fabric Swap.
I keep some strange fabric around.
I can only hope that someone else loves it as much as I do.
Cutting into Castle Peeps was hard. I've been hoarding it. I need to spread the love, man.
So I'll pack those up and send them on their way on Monday.
I wish I had a stash of motivation. I have a stash of fabric. I have a stash of art supplies. A stash of inspiration (both digital and around me in my art space).
A stash of candy
Even the deadlines aren't doing it for me.
And my brain's response to that last sentence is "Just keep swimming."
Swimming. Swimming. Swimming.