Bless Your Heart

When I set my mind to something I go all in. But I can be a sprinter. Case in point: my garage. It is half full literally to the ceiling of boxes waiting to be unpacked. Most of the boxes contain my hobby materials. There are yarn & knitting boxes, jewelry supply boxes, boxes full of painting supplies, sewing supply boxes, boxes full of scrapbooking supplies, card making supplies, candle making supplies, there’s even one box that’s entirely full of ribbons. When I started each hobby I was so excited and pledged to CSP that my enthusiasm for that particular hobby totally justified the expense of the mounds and mounds of supplies. That I couldn’t create anything worthwhile if I just half assed it and bought the bare minimum. And sure, I’ve brought some of my hobbies to fruition. I’ve knitted quite a few scarves and hats. I’ve sewn a blanket, a few table runners, and countless dog bandanas. I’ve even completed 3, count em, 3 scrapbooks. CSP has finally gotten to the point where he doesn’t even ask how much I spent at AC Moore or Michaels. He just shakes his head and growns about how he’s gonna have to move even more crap. And now our kitchen (which is already filled to capacity with Pampered Chef items & gadgets galore) is full of powdered sugar, shortening, flavor extracts, icing bags & decorator tips. All with the promise to myself and CSP that I will become (once again) a world class cake decorator and will bake and decorate cakes quite regularly. My children will delight in home made, hand decorated themed birthday cakes every year. I will be the envy of all the other mothers in the neighborhood. Yeah right. I will sprint and make a handful of cakes and they will look good and I’ll preen and take photos and blog about them and then Ling Ling will come home and the only use I’ll get out of my icing spreader will be scraping play doh off the kitchen floor.