Today is the first day of a new blog.

Confession alludes to a sense of guilt. Guilt can be defined as a feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offense, crime, wrong, etc., whether real or imagined. Guilt over crafting. I am not alone. I am a crafter with bins of yarn, paper scraps, paint, ink, color pencils, and buttons hidden in the depths of closets, under beds, and in any open corner I can find in my small abode. I am obsessively drawn to the yarn isle in any store weather it be a high end craft supplier or my local discount store. The first question I ask myself before I buy something is can I make this? I love anything that glitters (except glitter, glitter is the devil). 

I have been a crafter for as long as I can remember. I can't remember the first time my mother took me to a craft supply store, but I remember thinking that is was the most amazing place I'd had ever been. Michaels, Benjamin Franklin, and AC Moore are my candy stores. I love small art stores, frame shops, and book stores. I frequent local yarn shops, and when I go on vacation I don't buy souvenirs I buy beads.

I hope to use this blog, the internet and the eyes of who ever will read it as my confessional.I am not an eloquent writer, but I hope that by posting projects, patterns and answering questions this blog can serve as a  place for sharing thoughts and ideas about crafting. By documenting my obsessive crafting habits I hope to spread the love of the hand made object and share my day to day crafting escapades.