I am a terrible shopper. I often think it is the reason I started sewing with any amount of dedication. It’s hardly a new development; My mother used to openly dread taking me to buy anything as a kid.
I am unabashedly a jeans/t shirt/boots girl, but I also have an obsessive compulsive need to find the perfect [insert clothing item here]. A perfect t shirt to me hits below the hip and has sleeves that end maybe halfway between the shoulder and the elbow. Cap sleeves are the enemy and to be avoided at all costs. Same with too-short shirts.
I’ve been spending quite a bit of time over the past year or so thinking about sewing. Between work, getting stuff done around the house and my strenuous tv watching and video game playing schedule, I don’t sit down to sew as much as I’d like.
Despite this admittedly self-imposed situation, I still spend a great deal of time daydreaming about projects. I’ve got several patterns tucked away waiting for me to get some motivation. This leads to a lot of thought about what kind of fabrics, prints and colors I want to use. This is one half of why Spoonflower is so dangerous for someone like me.