Scrap Jar Obssession

I need an intervention. Seriously. This is getting out of hand. It is the middle of the night and I can't sleep. Granted, the phone woke me up just before 1 am, but then I couldn't go back to sleep. When I can 't sleep, I figure it's God's way of telling me I should be praying so that's what I do...that and catch up on reading your blogs. The praying is a good, productive activity. Reading blogs at 2 am is questionable. I was plumb content, scrolling along, chuckling at your adventures that you so kindly share and being perfectly content...although sleeping would have made me pretty content too.
Then I hopped over to Amber's blog and this popped up:



My heart skipped a beat. Really, it did. Then Amber unfolded it:



I fell instantly, completely, head over heels in love. Must. Make. Now. There's only one problem. It's 2:30 in the morning and my sewing machine is in the bedroom where DH is snoozing. And I don't think I have enough of any white to make a monster quilt...and a table topper...and a table runner. And what about that list that I seem to be adding to daily. No. Stop! Don't think about that.Quick, run to check if you have enough white fabric. Rifle...vewy quietly...like I am hunting wabbits... through my box stuffed with nuetrals.

See? Never a good idea to blog in the middle of the night. Nope. Oh, but I can shop online! Never a good idea to do that in the middle of the night either. Especially when you already have a shopping cart filled with goodies at the FQS. I'm waiting for them to get a bolt of fabric that is slated to arrive this month before I hit order. And I'm fairly certain that if I place an order now, I will be quite perplexed when Tony arrives in his brown truck. I will look at him quizzically and say, "But I didn't order anything!" Then he will pat me on the shoulder and drive away slowly shaking his head and saying, "Poor thing...she's losing it."