Waiting...

So there's my little sewing machine, sitting there and being all full of awesome and potential, grumping around on the desk with nary a scrap to sew. I feel so bad for it. We went through so much yesterday; me freeing it from it's demonic cardboard and Styrofoam prison, saving it from the brink of insanity brought on by extended isolation, it biting the hand that fed it by making me take EIGHTEEN MINUTES to properly thread it. But later on we worked out our problems, I got to sew a few random lines of stitches, letting it stretch it's figurative legs and I think we've come to an understanding, and possibly the beginnings of friendship. But now it sits there, waiting for me to play with it like a neglected puppy.

Earlier this week I ordered 3 yards of fleece. I am on a mission, and it is top-secret. You will all have to wait for the results, because if I told you now, I'd have to kill you. But just know that it is awesome, and will be worth the wait (for me anyway).

I also ordered a pack of fat quarters full of neat fabrics to play with. I have little to no idea what I am going to do wi th them, but they seemed like a good size to play with and maybe I can mangle them pretty. Who knows?