At my quilt group meeting on Sunday, we discovered a new threshold for judging whether we're too obsessed with our textile-related hobbies.
L's friend is into weaving, so she bought a sheep.
She lives in a suburb, so she boards the sheep outside of town. She shears it herself, twice a year.
LIVESTOCK are involved in this woman's sewing hobby.
Compared to this, moving the framed poster in my living room to another location so I have a place for the 6' X 6' design wall (it sticks to the wall, blocks stick to it, you can see what the quilt will look like) seems like no big deal.
It's not like I bought a SHEEP!
But if I start planting cotton on the patio, please intervene.
