I believe I may have turned into my mother.  Maybe you will remember that she was the queen of puffy paint and googly eyes–two things I vowed I would never find a need for.  Today I found myself “Stickling” the crap out of a pair of butterfly wings –they may be ready for the trash.  At first it was just a circle on either wing in purple.  Then, just a little bit of green striping near the bottom…next thing I know, it’s covered with crazy colored circles, squiggles and I’m not really sure what some of it is.  It’s like I lost my mind and now am a confirmed Stickle junky.    Who am I and what have I become?  I need to reconnect with the Sandy that knew when to say when.  The Sandy that had a small amount of self respect and let’s call it will power.  The last straw was when I was throwing large quantities of glitter at it.  I had to leave the room. Who have I become?  Don’t answer, I already know.

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