As you know, I started Red Velvet Cake over the weekend and (thanks to Miss Lori) discovered that I made a huge mistake and would now need to frog the entire darn tootin thing today.
But you know what?
I am not at all upset about this, because the mistake was made because I was completely distracted.
At first, I thought that my mind was pre-occupied with memories of my Little:
Then I thought that maybe I was caught in a loop of Jeffrey Dean Morgan proportions:
Methinks there might be another reason for my total distractedness. The reason why I was able to stitch an entire section of a piece completely wrong, be shown the error of my ways, and then just shrug, sigh, and go to bed and sleep peacefully well.
How the heck did I go this long without a little of THIS in my life?!
For those of you that live under the same big fat moss-covered rock that I did...my new boyfriend's name is Jamie Fraser. He's an 18th century Scottsman who lives in the Highlands, wears a kilt, and is waiting for me.
Jeffrey, of course, is completely understanding and will happily wait right here for me until I return. He's a modern man and accepts the idea of his wife having an affair of the heart every now and then.
After all...he's had to share me with this handsome little fellow for quite a while now:
Fortunately, my heart is big enough for all three of them, and due to circumstances they are not likely to ever be in the same place at the same time. Between 1700's Scotland, present day Hoosierville, and wherever it is that Stewey has gotten himself off to, I think I'm safe for now.
But...my needlework is not and must be attended to forthwith. I am going to give it my undivided attention this afternoon and then we'll see about getting it re-started on the right track later this evening.
So that's it for now. Just a hapless smitten spinster and her seam ripper today, Dearies. Hope your corner of the world is happy and peaceful and full of all of the things that make your heart go pitty pat!