Is it possible to die from crafting? Like, the craft is killing you?
I guess I grossly underestimated how much time hand quilting the pillow top would take. I also underestimated how much I'd hate the damn project when I'm about half way down with it.
You know, if I put this much time into something I expect some sort of benefits when I'm done. Like, it should fart one hundred dollar bills. Or take me to Italy and find me countless Italian lovers. Or scrub my damn floors. You know, something extremely important like that.