I've had a very stressful day. Some things I can't really talk about here, but that have left me feeling a large need for a quiet lay down. And I sit here and think about what it will be like when I get home. I have to drive home Carmen's friend. I have to do the Buddy chore (fetch) in the 106° heat. I already know that Max has been a wild man because I've had the yelling phone calls from home, so I imagine that there is a lovely bit of mess waiting for me. And then, of course, dinner needs to be cooked. I'd like to believe that after all of that, I could lay down somewhere pretty and enjoy my surroundings. But there is no place like that in my house. Every room has unfinished "house" projects. I am picturing each room in my house right now and all I see is the paint overspray in the living roo; the unsanded, unpainted liquid nail patches in the bedroom; the two-count-them-two holes in my dining room; the backyard that looks like an alien landscape of weeds. I would really like to see one room in my house completed. Finito. I will just close my eyes and pretend that I am somewhere pretty. (Please, friends, don't feel the need to comment on this. I already feel like a heel for using my blog as a whiny place. Just ignore this part!)
I did actually begin a sewing project last night that I'm pretty excited about. The first bit of sewing in over a month! It involves cherries and I do have a wee peek for you:
I think it will be useful and cute. Also, I got the sewing books and waaahhh! no directions for threading my machine. I have some photos of the machine and will post again tomorrow. Right now, Earl is standing over my shoulder wishing to go home. (Yes, we work together.) Wish me luck.