I have been sewing a fair amount lately but I have no pictures because, according to one son,
or, according to the other son,
was taking pictures with my camera and now, well, it's nowhere to be found. Most of what I have been doing is finishing up ancient WIPS and working on the bag order (which is due next week). It's not very much fun anymore. No more custom orders for me. Turns out I don't like doing the same thing over and over.
I have been miserable lately (I have pneumonia- YUCK!) and what time wasn't spent sewing or sleeping was spent laying on my couch reading. I even made a permanent dent in the cushions. They are about an inch and a half thick now where I parked my caboose. This makes my butt hurt, but not enough to actually get up. Or even move to the other end.
Of course, being an inconsiderate wife I timed this illness with beer- oops, I mean DEER- season and got zero help from my offspring's "FATHER" "FIGURE" (HEAVY sarcasm- note the caps, italics and quotation marks). I DID get a lot of help from my mom, sister and mother-in-law, so at least the women in my family rock. My mother-in-law kept the kids on Thanksgiving so I slept all day and had frozen pizza for supper. Poor me. Sigh.
So what else can I whine about...? Oh, I'll just quit now. I'm tired from typing. I should take a nap. Maybe I will think of something else to complain about later and find the energy to write a paragraph or two about it.
In the meantime everyone should leave fawning comments telling me how bad they feel for me and what jerks men can be. Probably won't be too hard to come up with something since I'm sure you've met one or two and they're all idiots.