I have the cure for that need to fabric shop that strikes at odd moments and won't leave you alone. Open up a tub of your scraps and iron them, get them ready for a larger purpose.
I'm smothered in cookie dough, but finally it is in the fridge- waiting. I steal a few moments to myself- maybe I will catch up on my blocks since I am BEHIND in the quilt-a-long. Bright fruit can cheer on a winter day.
I have the peace that comes with a freshly cleaned house which smells of lemon, and soon buttery dough. I will get two cookies, and the rest are off to be exchanged tonight. The peanut brittle is packed away from me.
There is a quilt that needs wrapping.
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