As you might know from reading this here blog, I suffer from a number of maladies...one of which is a bone-crushing lack of confidence in myself to carry on in the world like a semi-normal human being. I seem to fumble my way from mishap to mishap with nothing but my cheery disposition and the help of several thousand angels, both near and far.
When it comes to this thing of ours, I suppose that the real truth of the matter is that I feel like a big fat fraud. Nine years, four months, and fifteen days ago you let me into your community and as I scooted my little chair up to the table, I prayed "Please God, don't let these amazing people find out I don't know what I'm doing" as I broke out into my flop sweat and nervous circus monkey chatter.
But today my stuff is going to be on public display, and some of it is going to have price tags on it! My only hope is that I can somehow manage to wedge it in between my stitchy sisters' stuff so that it will go unnoticed and uncriticized.
I suppose that this here post is my very long winded way of saying THANK YOU, Dearies, for being my soft place to fall all these years and for giving me a safe place to come be...me. I suppose it really does say something about this family of ours that I can show you my stuff with nary a twitch, but the prospect of "outsiders" viewing it has me looking for a closet to duck into.
No actual stitching news to report. We ended up watching lots of TeeVee, and then my sleepy eyes just decided to call it a night early. I still have hopes of an hour in the cube room studio later this afternoon, though, so stay tuned!
Happy Monday to one and all! We're off like a herd of nervous little turtles!