Phooey....I stitched my eyeballs out last night, but am still unclear as to whether it is OK if I post pics of it. Oh, where's that damn rule book when you need it? (See, I figure that I p*** enough people off during the course of any given day....I don't need to add the NANI girls to that list.) So if anybody's out there who knows whether or not it is acceptable to post pics of a class exclusive project, please weigh in.
Today has me thinking about guilt. I was sitting in the office typing away when I noticed the landscaping crew weeding my flower beds. Stewey decided that he needed to go out to supervise, and I felt like a boob watching them work without "doing something". So I whipped up a big pitcher of lemonade and pranced outside like Miss Martha Friggin' Stewart Her Very Self. Although much appreciated, the girls doing the weeding thought I was nuts. "Miss Rich...you PAY us to do this. You don't need to feel like you need to give us more. Weeding your flower beds is part of your monthly HOA dues."
I still felt like a boob.
So then I had to call the mortgage company and ask why oh why my monthly payment was going up $200. Turns out it took about an hour and half to do this, and I found myself apologizing for taking up so much of the gentleman's time. (His name completely escapes me, but I'm not sure I'd get it right anyway since he was in India). So as I'm offering up the metaphorical pitcher of lemonade and apologizing for taking up so much of his time he says "Miss Rich, clearly this situation was our mistake and we should be apologizing to you for the length of time it is taking us to correct it."
Boob feeling time #2.
What the heck has me so damn guilty? I'm a nice person. Really. I am. I try to be pleasant and polite and not step on toes. I mind my manners and pay my taxes and do the best I can not to be a drain on society. I'm just a spinster who needs a little love every now and then....is that so wrong?
Well, the good news is that Chrissy is en route to talk me off the ledge and I am sure that all of this guilt will just wash away in mere moments. I'm going to adopt her reverse rotation, and I'm going to do it with impunity. Methinks we might actually start something new! WIP basket be damned! Guilt schmilt, folks! It's time for some stash-fondling, color-izing, canvas-unrolling, chart-perusing goodness! Woo Hoo!