I hate it when I get TFOs. It generally starts coming on so gradually. Maybe the first time I spot something, I'll think - That's nice or that looks good, but it's not me or maybe some day. I'll see it again and my feelings will have warmed a bit. Then all of a sudden I've gotta go there, I've gotta have it, I've gotta do it - gotta gotta gotta. Sometimes it passes before I actually get there. So can you believe I couldn't sleep the other night mulling over how many ways there are to make a body double and the stand!! I'm serious. I COULDN'T sleep! I was awake from 2 a.m. thinking about how to make Clothilda and how I want her to be perfect in every way.
So I see these socks on a blog and I think - Good Lord! Who in their right mind would go to that much trouble for a dang pair of socks?!? Then I see them again and it (my mind) says again a bit softer, Those are a lot of work, but geez Louise, they're beautiful! But I don't wear knee socks! I'm too old for that. Then, there they are again. I start looking up the source now. Nancy Bush, Folk Socks. Hmmm. And yet again I see them.
I almost purchase the book.
tfo=temporary fixated obsession