I think all the rain this week is getting to me. I recently purchased this absolutely cool set of bobbin threads in a bobbin saver called a "Frosted Donut."
I just love all of the colors, all in one place, and so wonderfully arranged. And in a clear plastic bag to allow me to gaze and fondle, but not disarrange or dirty the threads.
I have taken it back and forth to work with me all last week and had it on my desk while I was grading papers or working on class lesson plans. Then it came home with me and sat on my desk, near my computer, where I could look at it whenever I needed some inspiration.
When I get upset about something I look at it and I calm down. What is it about a little ring of 35 L-style bobbins with Masterpiece thread on them that gives me such incredible peace and satisfaction? Am I starting to stroll down that path toward senility? Or do I just need a color fix every now and then when the weather gets gray?
Confession -- I had to stop and fondle my bobbins at least twice while typing this post. Is bobbin fondling a sin? Will it make me go blind? Should I hide my bobbin fondling from my friends. From my husband and the dog?
I just don't seem to have any control over this compulsion. In fact, I just ordered a second Frosted Donut from Superior Threads with another 35 colors of MassterPiece thread! I know, its that extra-long staple Egyptian cotton!! I have been carrying it around the house with me today. Is that sick or what? Should I call my therapist and tell her I am having bobbin overload? A bobbin fetish? Bobbin mania? Obsessive Compulsive Bobbin Disorder? Is there a cure?
Please leave a comment with any advise you have for me. Gosh I love these bobbins!