I am kind of treading water here with my canvas needle in the machine and a broken screw holding it in place. I can't work on current projects, I can't change the needle until the Porsche screw arrives, and I am not liking this at all. I've been reading a lot of quilting blogs and between feeling completely inadequate and resisting the urge to post corrections to usage ( a "thread draw"? Really? You put thread in a draw? It's DRAWER for heaven's sake.) I am getting pretty cranky. I suppose I could spend the time cleaning and organizing my sewing room. Or my house. (As if...) I am downloading all kinds of podcasts and library books to keep me company on a trip home next week (woo hoo!) and trying to fix up my antique computer so that it runs a little faster than a 90-year-old on glare ice. Not very exciting, but I guess it needs to be done.
Anticipation is both the best and worst part of anything. I have 2 used (PRE-OWNED for you Lexus types) books somewhere in the mail, both on antique sewing and notions, nom nom nom! Also on a truck somewhere is this little thread caddy and pincushion from Ebay. Speaking of Ebay, this little pair of squeeze scissors is sharp as a razor and snips thread like nobody's business. I love them and I'm going to order another one, maybe two.
So all of this is swirling about in my universe - and none of it has shown up yet. Where is a box of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies when you need them?
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