I distinctly remember numerous times as a child hearing my Mom say “We could make that.” It was quite bothersome at the time because I didn’t want to make anything. If I wanted that skirt, I wanted it then…not after finding the pattern, the fabric, cutting it out and sewing it together. So you can imagine the turmoil inside when I figured out I now have that same illness that ailed my mother all those years ago. I’m not really sure what this is, but I know that I must work hard to overcome the sickness! And I may need some serious help. This help must come from the outside world, because I know I am not going to get it here at home.
The other night my dear husband arranged for a babysitter (very sweet, I know) so that we could go to dinner and a movie. While we were waiting for the movie to start we walked around the mall. We ended up in the Levi store (my hubby has this thing for their pants!) That’s when it happened. I found a cute little purse made of corduroy and I said to myself…. “I could make that.” What is even more troubling is that when my husband found me looking at it he said “but you could make that.” So apparently the illness is quite contagious. Stay away…stay far far away!
PS As therapy I have gone to buy the purse! I’ll post a picture soon.
