It seems like I am starting a new hobby every day. I see some interesting craft in a magazine or book and I feel compelled to try it. I end up “keeping” about half of the crafts I try, which basically means that I will be doing it again and keep the supplies handy. Its gotten so bad that our house resembles a workroom more than a dwelling.
One day I was reading a book from the library by Mary Wales Loomis that gives complete instructions on how to make your own custom fitted shoes. When I told my husband that I wanted to try making my own shoes a look of horror came across his face and I was dubbed The Woman of 1,000 Hobbies. He also made me promise I would wait a year before starting the shoe-making, saying something about there not being enough room in the house for even one more hobby. Heh.