Last December, I shared my theory that pumpkins contain some mysterious substance that makes us all lose our mind and start crafting. I call it my “pumpkins are evil” theory.
As proof, I offered up my ridiculous list of Christmas crafting, the unusually large amount of crafty stuff in my Pinterest feed, and a few personal observations. My prediction that the crafting impulse would subside just as soon as we all got our fill of cranberries (aka Christmas dinner) proved true.
I haven’t TOUCHED my sewing machine since December.
(You know… because I can’t actually sew. I just makes pants of shame. sigh.)
This morning, I realized I have further proof that this whole “pumpkins are evil” thing might be legitimate.
Target had the last of the Green Mountain Pumpkin Spice K-Cups on clearance.
(Wow, all my happy triggers in one place. Squee.)
For the past few days, I’ve been indulging in pumpkin spice coffee with a splash of maple syrup and a generous amount of milk. If you haven’t tried maple syrup in your coffee you don’t know what you’re missing. Mmmm.
I had a pumpkin incident.
Right after polishing off a pumpkin spice maple coffee, I was at the craft store buying some modeling clay for my son’s school project. He had to build a 3D model of the layers of the earth and write a short story about it.
It was all I could do to not buy the fancy clay used to make jewelry pieces. It comes in lots of pretty colors that made me want to play dress up (because let’s face it, I can’t exactly wear statement jewelry pieces at the gym and no one sees them in car line.) The photos in those “you can do it” books looked amazing.
I was so tempted.
Then I remembered the two giant boxes of beads and jewelry making stuff I have hidden in the closet and decided to pass.
It was a narrow escape.
When I went back to the craft store (because every school project requires at least ONE emergency trip for supplies) I paused to fondle the fabrics. I love all the colors of those cotton quilting fabrics.
Too bad I can’t sew.
The next thing I know, I have a quilting magazine in my hand along with a package of fat quarters (fabric for quilting). I actually BOUGHT them.
At the moment, they’re hidden in my car because I just can’t face what I did. I’m so ashamed. How could I cheat on my yarn that way!
This morning, I Googled locations for quilting stores. I’m in serious trouble because there’s one that is really close.
I’m just hoping my husband doesn’t notice that I bought THREE books on quilting for my Kindle, I’ll never hear the end of it.
I blame the pumpkin spice.
I don’t know what it is, but I’m convinced that I should be banned from craft stores during pumpkin season.
My name is Susan, and I’m a craft addict.