Last night was one of those nights....you know the one. The one where I can't be bothered getting the sewing machine out. Instead I got out my tiny sketchbook and filled a page in there...a worthwhile exercise I think if only to add a little more attractiveness to that corner of my home where this lives...it now has titivations...dangly things as Deanna calls them.
Today the table is a mess of all kinds again. I am edging, I am binding, I am sewing on THE machine...no excuse today. There is a even a little bit of pink laying on there for demonstration purposes. It's good to have a little pink sometimes...it brightens and cheers.
I am tired today too...I waited up for my son to come home from his break in Amsterdam. It was his birthday you see and I had to see him on his birthday...so I am yawning....I guess yawning is preferable to the screaming I was doing as he arrived in the world back then.....I have no shame however and am willing to admit to being told to scream quieter by a midwife as she couldn't hear herself on the telephone.....yes that's me....lightweight softy!