I have an addiction to patterns. Must be an addiction. I think about patterns whenever I see a yard or estate sale and my heart skips a beat when I see them. I just love Vogue patterns (especially Vintage Vogue OOOOOhhhh) and the vintage patterns from the 40's, 50's, and 60's with the illustrations of pouty faced women or pudgy cheeked children. I get all fluttery inside. I feel the same way about the knitting and crochet patterns from the 40's and 50's. The patterns are usually in such rough shape from use but every so often you find patterns from a wanna-do, you know, the person who wants-to-do but never has the time? Yes, like me. I have the knitting needles but I don't knit. I know how. I just don't do it. The sewing machine is ready and threaded but it gets less action than my treadmill/clothes hanger.
Oh, well at least the addiction won't hurt my lungs or rot my teeth. I just need to make sure I have a room big enough for them.
I have an addiction to patterns. Must be an addiction. I think about patterns whenever I see a yard or estate sale and my heart skips a beat when I see them. I just love Vogue patterns (especially Vintage Vogue OOOOOhhhh) and the vintage patterns from the 40's, 50's, and 60's with the illustrations of pouty faced women or pudgy cheeked children. I get all fluttery inside. I feel the same way about the knitting and crochet patterns from the 40's and 50's. The patterns are usually in such rough shape from use but every so often you find patterns from a wanna-do, you know, the person who wants-to-do but never has the time? Yes, like me. I have the knitting needles but I don't knit. I know how. I just don't do it. The sewing machine is ready and threaded but it gets less action than my treadmill/clothes hanger.
Oh, well at least the addiction won't hurt my lungs or rot my teeth. I just need to make sure I have a room big enough for them.
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