Sunday night I could hardly sleep because Monday was finally sewing day. I was making all these plans on the things I was going to work. I rushed around Monday morning picking up, cooking breakfast, getting dressed and then the phone rang. I should have just let it go to voicemail. Whoever said "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is full of pooey. My day was ruined. Everything I needed to sew with wasn't where I thought it was. I didn't break one needle I broke 3. I sat and cried looking at my embroidery machine for a bit and I said loudly "I will sew and the rest of the world can jump off a cliff."
Tuesday was a wonderful sewing day and I can't wait to get to continue working on it.
As you read this I'm on a little road trip to see my mom, she just isn't getting over breaking her ribs very well at all.