It just kind of happened you know……
I didn’t realise how bad it was until now. It’s too late now and the addiction has formed.
Walking down a high street has taken a whole new meaning for me.
I get a bit of a cold sweat across my brow and palms
My eyes dart from left to right looking for the signs of somewhere I can get my “hit”.
Just a little one I tell myself, I will just look I won’t touch.
It never works.
I can never restrain myself
I have to have them
The tea cups, saucers, fabrics, they must be mine!
Everywhere I look more inspiration and items that give me ideas, look pressed glass!
I know one day I will be able to stop but not until at least May. I am not ready yet.
Not just yet