In my mind, it could have been a scene taken from 'The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty.' After all my fabrics were pressed and cut, I would sit at my sewing machine . . . ta pocketa pocketa pocketa . . . and beautiful quilt blocks would rapidly emerge before my very eyes. In no time at all, I would lay the blocks out on my design floor and begin piecing together a quilt top. Next I would open the fabric closet (cue singing of the angels) and the perfect piece of fabric for a quilt back would glisten and twinkle from one of the shelves. After a particularly satisfying session of quilting, I would sit in my favorite chair, pop in a dvd, and stitch the binding on my new quilt. Hubby would come home late Thursday night from his trip to find me sleeping peacefully wrapped in this new beauty and smile.
Instead . . . he was greeted with this. And this. He was forced to clear a tiny area just to have breakfast and enjoy his newspaper.
It was a wonderful daydream anyway. Today we woke to RAIN! We need it so very badly.
At least I have something to keep me busy today. Back to the sewing machine . . . ta pocketa pocketa pocketa.
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