Kept In Stitches

Today, I was looking forward to some sewing. I pulled out my fabric and my first cut with the rotary cutter, I noticed it was time to change the blade. “Hmm, where are the blades?” As I was searching for the blades, I knocked the ruler off the cutting table, did a little 2-step, and stomped on the ruler, breaking it in half. Once I found the new blades, I realized that old blade was not as dull as thought it was. Now, I had cut my finger! As I was holding my hand over the cutting mat to protect the carpet, I noticed blood on the fabric I was going to cut. I grabbed a towel, wrapped my finger to staunch the flow of blood, and found a band aid. After all that drama, I replaced the rotary blade and found a different ruler to use. Then, I turn on the sewing machine and it won’t power-up. Further inspection revealed that somehow it had come unplugged from the wall (cat) and I had to move a huge mess and a piece of furniture to get to it. I spilled my soda on another piece of fabric and then stubbed my toe while I was trying to move the furniture back into place. My mess is cleaned up and I’ve surrendered to the creative gods.

It’s too early for bed, so I’ll just think about what I would like to do tomorrow.