Fleece frenzy

I went to JoAnn's yesterday for a spool of thread (just thread!), and well, their fleece was on sale. So was a bunch of other stuff, and I came away laden with bags of more things (dare I say crap?) I really didn't need.

I have had a love/hate relationship with JoAnn ever since she expanded and exposed me to several other crafts I really had no business getting into with an apartment the size of mine (Fimo, for example). I was a knitter before I was a quilter, so I was happy about her yarn selection, but do I really need a pasta machine exclusively for rolling polymer clay? I think she and her brother Michael are conspiring to suck the disposable income from people like me who have an incredibly low resistance to anything even remotely cute and creative.

And yes, I believe that, in order to complete any successful clay project, one does, in fact, need a pasta machine. I'm such a sucker.

Fleecy goodness!

My neighbors have been keeping my plants alive during my many vacations this summer, and I thought blankies for a busy mom of two would be a nice treat. I had bought them Mackinac Island fudge in August but ended up eating it out of frustration during a construction jam in Indiana on the return trip. So this is Plan B:

Gratuitous shot of Archie

I spent more time on this than I intended, so the second is still under construction. If I get home from work early enough today (say, before 8pm -- it is Monday, after all), I can probably finish it up and get back to my homespuns!