Siren's song

I have 34 yards of washed and dried linen calling my name, luring me into being creative. I am not strong enough to resist the lure of the siren's song today. Something will be sewn, or cut, or possibly both by the end of the day.

Why do I do this? It brings me joy, in a way that I am not really sure that I can explain rationally. It just does.