Admitting It is the First Step

Hello. My name is Laughing Mom and I am a craft addict.

Yes, you read that correctly. While I have been known to write posts about the rogue pot plant growing in my garden (here and here) , I am truly a craft addict.

It all started when I was a child. My mother even indulged my habit by giving me special spots to store my supplies and use them.

As time went on, my habits became more intense as I discovered that I must have ADD in terms of the type of stuff that I used. I was all over the map, buying right and left and trying to store stuff for rainy days and those down times when the kids were sick or otherwise occupied.

I loved those moments when I could sneak away and try something new. The process gave me a thrill.

Occasionally, I would put myself on probation and refuse the urge to replenish empty drawers or attempt new stuff. It always failed and I would overindulge again.

When we moved into our home, seven years ago, I had no place to keep my stash. The only good spots were the drawers in the kids' playroom and those were full of beads and pipe cleaners. Useful items but not my speed.

I resigned myself to create my own space and began to carefully sort and store all of my goodies in my closet. I am not a clothes horse and there was plenty of room for boxes and storage bins. It was a haven. I had thirty years of craft accumulated in my own private stash.

Sometimes, I sold my stuff. I sold locally and on the internet. It was a great way to help pay for my future needs. It was hard work setting up to sell and fewer people were buying. The tanking economy really took a toll on my clientele.

Then came the disastrous fire and the loss. I heard from our lead carpenter that it took four hours for three men to shovel out my closet.

Gone. All gone.

But happily, I am back in business now. When we rebuilt the house, I couldn't handle having some things as they were pre-fire. Our guest room was one of those things. It had once held lovely antiques that had been handed down from my great-aunt. When I walked by the empty room, I constantly had an image of how it looked all burned and caved in. I could never replace the things that were lost in that room. So, I turned it into a craft room for me and Her Royal Cuteness!

I now have an entire room devoted to my habit. It is my own little craft den.

Lately, since it has been hotter than the surface of the sun, I have been spending a lot of time in my craft house. I am using up new products and buying stuff as needed.

I am thrilled to indulge once again. It makes me feel higher than a kite. My creative juices are flowing through my veins and that feeling of ecstasy has taken over my brain.

I may even post some pictures if you think that you can handle it.

My name is Laughing Mom and I am a craft addict.