At what point does a passion project become an obsession? I may be getting close with the reverse applique techniques I learned on Creativebug.
The day I opened the box, I stayed up stitching until midnight. The next night it was 1:00 am before I could force myself to put down the needle. When the sun rose so did I, anxious to take a few stitches before work.
Saturday morning at the beach. Perfect time to get in a little stitching.
Saturday afternoon at the Fluff-N-Fold, washing a big cotton rug. Another perfect opportunity to stitch.
Saturday evening, waiting for friends to join me at happy hour. What could it hurt?
Sunday morning, back at the beach. A little chillier but still perfect.
Sunday afternoon, waiting for my walking buddy at Palisades Park.
On the Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier. Stitching took my mind off my mild discomfort/irrational terror of Ferris wheels.
All week, late nights became later nights. I skipped lunches to stitch. Finally took the last stitch on the tunic front very late last night. Half way finished and still wildly inspired.
If you’re looking for inspiration, check out Creativebug. You’re sure to find an obsession passion project of your own.
Fess up: What’s the craziest place you’ve ever stitched?
