I don't know what else to call it--what word best describes this compulsive obsession with Schnibbles quilts? Sure, I've always liked them--they're a nice way to take a fabric line for a test drive without investing too much money in the fabric or time in the quilt making. They're a quick fix. They're a sometimes-needed break from longer projects. Yep, I've made some. But now?
I dream of Schnibbles patterns. I scour quilt shops for charm packs. At home, I obsessively match charm packs to patterns, and just when I think I've decided what pattern goes with which charms, I change my mind and start all over again. My sewing desk is littered with little piles of charm packs and Schnibbles patterns. No, they won't stay paired up that way--they're just resting for a few minutes from the nearly constant whirl of indecision.
That basket? In the front, there are MORE Schnibbles patterns. Lonely. Unmatched with charm packs. Sad, really.
In my never-ending internet search for more and more charm packs, I stumbled upon a honey bun. On sale. I couldn't pass it up. See it there on the desk? But what to do with it?
Searching the shelves of the quilt shop last night for potentially hidden charm pack treasures, I stumbled upon this:
Why does the soundtrack from the movie Jaws play in my head when I look at this book and think about honey buns?