Hand made

I've developed an obsession with handmade toys. Felt food, felted wool balls, Waldorf dolls... Every evening, I work on something. When I have time to kill, I scour thrift stores for wool clothing to felt. (Florida thrift stores, mind you.) I shop at Joann's multiple times a week. When I'm online, I'm reading old threads on the Mothering discussion boards for new ideas. I aspire to a handmade 16" Waldorf doll. I felt balls when I'm stressed.

It's rather crazy of me, but I tend to these fixations. They come and go. This one, at least, is producing a bunch of neat toys for Atlee. Maybe even enough extras to sell come Christmas time. I'm trying to direct my energy -- aiming to turn out one thing (or one group of things) a night. If I can keep that up, I'll amass quite a pile.

Crafty antsy

I've been terribly antsy. This has mostly translated into a crafty burst. I've made softies for A. (and a matching smaller version for JJ to take to work), bean bags, and felt bags. I have plans to make felt play food and wooden animals.

I also can't seem to help but think of ways to being in some extra money. Selling felt food or wooden animals? Leading a Baby Signs class? I can't seem to shower without my brain churning and coming up with something.

It's not like we're in a bad place. And if we needed extra money, it's so much easier for JJ to pick up an extra shift. It's all because something's missing for me. JJ suggested that it may be because A. is starting to get more independent. Which she is... barely. But maybe I see the future coming.