There I was, innocently planning another day trip or two, looking up interesting places to visit and then checking for surrounding shops that might have yarn I like or fabric I'd sew because I don't care how picturesque a place is, I have to feed the procrastinations daily, and -
My trusty search engine turned up a shop that specializes in rug-hooking.
(not this particular shop, but another that has moderately less enticing photographs.)
Honestly. In about 3 seconds I went from not remotely interested in rug-hooking to 120% enthusiasm. Like I need another distraction from getting back to writing in 4 short weeks, which is how long it will take me to get the current distractions finished and off my mind.
As the adrenaline surged, I found myself thinking this would be a perfect way - with nothing more than the purchase of a $3 hook and maybe some burlap - to use up both fabric and yarn I'm not likely to do anything with. How virtuous. How could I say no?
How to say no: read the instructions. Completely damped down the flames.
A narrow escape... except that as I wrote this, I remembered all those T shirts that got holes
and would make a super soft rug if I cut them into strips...