Let me explain. I get obsessed about things. Making things. I sit and make a whole bunch of something for a few days, and then I'm done. I don't want to make them again. I move on to something else.
These things I make...I ENJOY making them. It is like a stress reliever to make things ...for me. It's not like my kids come up to me and ask me to make these things, and after they're made I have no clue what to do with them.
So, you might think it's a huge waste of time...but I love it!
Right after our house fire, I made sock monkeys. Not one or two, but many...I got a book with directions, and went to town. Now, I have a cute little basket of sock creatures, and no clue what to do with them...here they sit. Anyone want some?
Before the fire, I had made some ragdolls that I saw on Martha Stewart one day. They got wrecked in the fire, so a couple weeks ago, I made 8 more...in about 24 hours. I dont' say this to brag, because I really feel like there is something wrong here!
My husband looks at me a bit strangely sitting on the couch sewing socks into sock monsters...but doesn't say too much.
I suppose it's okay to have stress release such as this, but why can't I be obsessive about cleaning the house for stress release?? That would be nice!!!!
Anyhow, it's what I do...and here are some samples of this strange occurance.
Ayden made these 3
monsters all by
himself...what have
I started?'
Ayden was a little nervous, but excited too!
We had two really good talks given by the grandmas, and lots of relatives came to support Ayden. What a great day! Wow, I can't believe this is my baby...how did this come around so fast? 
Pete in 1976. didn't you know I was 10 years older?
