My Joann circular informs me that March is National Craft Month. Every month is craft month for me, but having an excuse to craft more is fine fine fine. In honor of this month of awesome, I will try to make a little something every day. Perhaps with the exception of Sundays. On Sundays, I craft little dreams during my afternoon nap time.
A bit of crochet that may turn into something bigger:

And another bit of crochet:

What is it about crochet that makes one compulsively crochet things that aren’t quite useful? I have no idea what to do with this pretty little square. But I had to make it. It’s about the size of a coaster but clearly cannot function as such. I’ll work it into some project. (Both of these designs are from 200 Crochet Blocks).
Saturday was another beautiful day. A day when a mama can not only venture out… but venture out alone. And I found that I don’t have to venture far to be satisfied. Across the street, to be exact. Across from our neighborhood is a kinda gross strip-mall. Strip-malls are the bane of Tulsa life, but I digress. I think I’ve been to this particular strip-mall 3 times now because it simply isn’t much of a destination point. However, I was determined to do a bit of thrifting this weekend…
What better place to start than a shop calling itself Quality Thrift Store? Though overpriced on the most arbitrary of items (ex: used pillowcase (just 1!) for $4), I made $16 go farther than I think I ever have before. We’re talking .48 teacups and a grab-bag of crafting goodies for $4. I was giddy for the rest of the day, perhaps from my great finds. Or perhaps because I found treasure just across the street.



Thanks, Myrtle. Wherever you are, you’re awesome. And thanks lovely, though smelly, Quality Thrift Store.



March 3rd, 2008 at 9:54 am
Thrift stores are your new crack cocaine.
March 3rd, 2008 at 1:59 pm
Amen to that. It’s too bad I’m all out of allowance. :( How am I going to support my new habit?
June 20th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
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