I've kept other blogs in the past. It's not that I'm cheating on them...perse. It's just that I feel the need to start something new. To mark my new adventures. I've had plenty as actiongirl. I may import those here eventually.
These adventures will be of a decidedly crafty and/or bellydance nature. I've been knitting for a long time. Long enough to generate a bin of shame. Yes, not a single UFO, but many. I've just gotten into quilting. Again.
My first quilt was an originally ill-conceived affair involving scraps of silk. Scraps that required handwashing and resulted in me having to get several stitches in my middle finger.
Did I mention I was graceful? So graceful, in fact, that my mother nicknamed me (sarcastically) Grace. Let us just say that I really was trying to keep our indoor cat in the house, and that the cat was noticing a wasp that tried to fly into the house while I was making a trip to the drying line out back. I slammed the sliding glass door shut in a panic...without realizing that my finger was still in the track of the door.
What followed resulted in me sobbing hysterically, bleeding on my mom's favorite dishtowel (a fact that made me cry even more), and then having to make a semi-coherent call to my dad's office to get the secretary to pick me up and drive me back to his office in the hospital. (I knew it needed stitches. It was my dominant hand, and my car lacked power steering to make highway driving "safe" with one hand.)
Needless to say, I gave up on the silk and eventually settled on a cotton quilt in vibrant colors. I had to wait to sew it until my hand had stopped throbbing. It was a quilt worthy of a dorm futon. It didn't last much beyond college.
Now, I'm back at it again, trying my hand at quilting. All the supplies appeal to the OCD horder in me. I probably already have enough fabric for a lifetime of quilts. I know I have more than enough yarn to knit sweaters/scarves for life....Anyway. Welcome to my blog.