Do you know what is like crack to me?

Other people’s crazy talents.

I just spent over an hour on Et.sy looking at felted animal creations simply because I didn’t know what “Waldorf inspired” meant.  I bing-ed it (because my SIL posted a photo to FB mentioning it and I’ve always wondered what it meant) and all of these wonderful things popped up in the image results – all pointing to Et.sy.

I now want one – from one specific gal.  She is crazy talented, and I’m so jealous of her crazy talent that I emailed her just to tell her how insanely talented she is.

I’m like that – I just can’t keep it to myself.  I feel like I must tell these people how gifted they are, and how envious I am of their talent (in a good way, of course!).  I must thank them for sharing their talent with the rest of us.

I am the same way with watching people sing (I’ve touched on this in the past when talking about my love of Glee).  I cannot get enough of people who can belt out a song or two with perfect pitch and tone.  I am in awe of these people, and I must go up to them and tell them if I get the chance (I do this in hopes that they’ll sing again so I can revel in their talent once again).

Same thing with dancing.  I cannot dance to save my life, but my husband can!  I love watching him dance with other people who are wonderful dancers.  I sometimes think that’s weird of me – but I figure that I’m not a good dance partner and the man just has to dance sometimes.  I LOVE watching him dance, especially with one of my friends who is also a crazy-good dancer!  Of course, I must know the gal before I offer him up to dance with her  😉

Same thing with the violin.  Man alive – that instrument takes talent!  This instrument will likely be forced on Matthew in the near future just because it’s an instrument I so wish I could play myself.

That is all.  I needed to admit my addiction before I could go to bed.