Yesterday was a day that I felt every one of my almost 50 years old. I work with the most clever, creative, smart and above all nice people I could ever hope to work with. Not a single one of them make me anything but happy. I was just so frustrated with myself. I even threw a silent temper tantrum for my idiocy. My mind just doesn't do some of the things I want it to. Most days I'm trainable but yesterday....... Then, it took me 40 minutes to get home (this is normally a no more than 15 minute drive), you know who was in class and the animals were just not interested. I just felt awful.
Sew anyway, and that's what I did.
I will never make another. Minky stretches. A lot. I mean it. K, well, maybe I would make another. Not sure. Maybe, if I have another bad day and it takes me a long time to get home and you know who is in school and the dog, cat and chinchilla are not enough..... maybe, because I am good at this and it makes me happy.
