After my pronouncement that I was just going to do my thing, I sat down to stitch only to realize that my stitching of the entire second page of this design is off by one stitch someplace.
One lousy stitch.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "Oh, dear Spinster Stitcher! Don't fret over one lousy stitch. Surely the intricate design of the angel's dress will allow for compensation someplace."
But this is me we're talking about.
So I went into the kitchen and set the timer on the microwave for two minutes and I got an ice cream sandwich.
(What can I say? My diet has consisted of foods that any self-respecting six year old would eat...hot dogs, mac and cheese, fruit roll ups, ice cream sandwiches, and Honey Nut Cheerios.)
(But I digress.)
For two minutes I allowed myself a full-on fretting, hair pulling, self-flagellating session of criticism and recrimination. I paced back and forth and wagged my finger in my own face and lectured myself about the dangers of being a rebel, and I adequately shamed myself for the prancy dancing episodes of "Look at me! Look at me!" that lead to my fall.
Sister Mary Paperplate would have been proud.
When the timer beeped (and I had finished my ice cream sandwich), I gathered my wits, washed my hands, re-filled my sippy cup with ice water, and I hit the Happy Chair once again.
Still loving dear Vaceila, even if she's not exactly perfectly perfect in every way.
I'm off to find the vacuum cleaner. I promised the boys that I would do something about the haz mat situation that this house has become before we settle in for our afternoon nap. I figure a swipe or two of the Swiffer and a few minutes Hoovering will be a good way to start the weekend!
Happy Friday, kids! Do something fun and come tell us all about it!