I feel as though I owe my sweet husband an apology. You see, before marrying me, he had no idea that his lovely fiance was a crafty person. There were no numerous trips back and forth to Hobby Lobby, Michaels or Joanns (with the exception of our wedding planning, of course). No scraps of fabric or yarn littering my floor or bottles of Mod Podge laying askew. He really was given no warning.
The best explanation I can give for my obvious deceit is that I simply forgot I was crafty. High school, college, the workforce, friends and dating had taken over my life. My earlier years of selling beaded jewelry to my elementary school friends or crafting up makeshift barbie houses had slowly slipped away from me. Fast forward a few years and enter our marriage and my unexpected lay off after a glorious trip to Hawaii, and here I am - sitting at home with an unlimited amount of time on my hands and a hefty obsession with Pinterest. It wasn't long before I took over my moms sewing machine, learned to knit and bought a jewelry making book.
So, to my wonderfully loving and patient husband, I am sorry. I'm sorry for the large amounts of yarn consuming our home. I'm sorry for the never ending trips to various hobby shops and the ever increasing amount of money I shamelessly give to said shops. I'm sorry for the nights you spend cuddling a pillow during movie time as I sit beside you furiously knitting. And last, I'm sorry for the extra time I will now be spending on blogging...
But, on the bright side, don't you just feel oh so blessed to have such a brilliant wife?
I thought so.
