I've washed it. I've ironed it. I've smoothed out all the nasty wrinkles. I assured myself it was just to save time later.
Today is for cleaning. For cooking. For bill paying.
Alas, that's just not going to happen.
I'm worried for my family. Once I dig in to this project, there's no telling when I might surface.
Please send pizza or they may starve tonight.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
The siren song of stitching
There are other things I'm supposed to be doing right now but I just can't ignore the calling from this pile of fabric any longer.
I've washed it. I've ironed it. I've smoothed out all the nasty wrinkles. I assured myself it was just to save time later.
Today is for cleaning. For cooking. For bill paying.
Alas, that's just not going to happen.
I'm worried for my family. Once I dig in to this project, there's no telling when I might surface.
Please send pizza or they may starve tonight.
I've washed it. I've ironed it. I've smoothed out all the nasty wrinkles. I assured myself it was just to save time later.
Today is for cleaning. For cooking. For bill paying.
Alas, that's just not going to happen.
I'm worried for my family. Once I dig in to this project, there's no telling when I might surface.
Please send pizza or they may starve tonight.
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