Impatiently Waiting

Can't wait, can't wait! This waiting is killing me.  A few days ago I ordered my dress form.  The one I wanted my whole life.  Well, maybe not my whole life, but for much of it.  I've been a sewer since like forever.  My mother taught me to sew with needle and thread at a very early age.  I believe I was about six when I went running through the living room with my arms wide open and caught the thread my mother was sewing with. I pulled it right out of the needle she was using to darn some red socks for my dad.  She was a little perturbed, but when I asked her what she was doing, she took me aside and showed me.   That was my first lesson and from that point on I have always relished in having that skill and ability, one that has served me well over the years. Oh sure, I've put it away when the funds were flowing and shopped my heart out at the local mall. But over time, I've learned that my money is better spent elsewhere and I can use the skills I have to foster a more thrifty lifestyle. After all these years of wanting a dress form, I finally got one on the way. I feel like a kid again and this waiting is killing me.