In an effort to cultivate her emerging craftiness, she took a quilting class at the end of the last century. Sadly, the villainous instructor was so off-putting that she hid her fabrics away for several years.
After lovingly dragging them all over the country and even paying someone else to store them for her, the fairly crafty person decided to start using up all the fabrics and to give away the remainder, attempting to unburden herself and anyone else who might help her move in the future.
But in the magical way that fabrics have, the process of destashing cast a spell on the fairly crafty person. They wove themselves back into her fairly crafty heart, awakening seeds of creativity that had long lay dormant, planting even more as they grew.
In rediscovering her long lost romance, the fairly crafty person spent the next year immersed in the ancient arts of the handmade. And like most romances, it has not been without it's bumps in the road.
Undaunted, the fairly crafty person made every effort to ensure that her love has a place in her life without relinquishing too much of her personal space. Because, as we all know with these post-modern romances, it is important to take time and space for ourselves.
Unfortunately, the fairly crafty person seems to be having a bit of a problem with managing the
There is hope, however, and the fairly crafty person clings to it.
A happily ever after is anticipated.
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