Well, I have Tof (my white-bellied caique and also my engagement gift; rings aren't the way to lure me in) to thank for pulling out my sewing machine and basking in happy, crafty thoughts. I've been so set on blasting through the spring term so that I can start allocating more attention and time to the wedding, that I haven't really noticed that my creative daydreaming has been dying on the vine.
Honestly, I wouldn't have minded being shocked back into craft scheming in another form, but Tof has his ways, which generally consist of pooping on everything, chasing toes, hand wrestling, and in this instance, chewing on my Wacom tablet cord.
As in, "You're two chomps away from finding yourself in a roasting pan."
Thankfully, I caught him in the middle of trying to strangle the cord, so his life was spared.
With my Wacom in dire need of protection of a seven inch bird that thinks he's more ferocious dog-bat than bird, I scooted off to Jo-Ann's and finally made something. And it felt so good! It's gotten me quite into the spirit of summer and all things crafty, including wedding and apartment shopping.
Just two more weeks to survive!