Sewing is cheaper than therapy

 

 I feel like I should clean the house so I am going to my craft room to play until the feeling passes.

I’m a quilter and my house is in pieces.

You call it “empty nest.” I call it “new sewing room.”

If we pop these store-bought pies into the oven it will look like we have baked all day instead of sewing.

 All I need today is a little bit of chocolate and a whole lot of fabric.

 You never know what you have until you clean your craft room.

I’ve been smuggling fabric into the house in the grocery bags. . .my husband should notice there is no food in the house soon.

God gave me these hands so I could one day become a sewing badass. Mission accomplished.

 Behind every quilter is a big pile of fabric.

 You know you are a quilter if you pet fabric.