Good news, the new sewing table has arrived.
Bad news, I have to hire someone to pick it up and deliver it to the house, and help me move the old one out. And put where? I kind of wanted to keep it for when I get in the new studio. I had visions of having two sewing stations so a friend could come over and sew. In the meantime, though, I'll have to deal with another table. The way I'm feeling now, I might just call Goodwill to come and get it. What a mess!
Honestly, I wish I had never gotten that new Bernina. It's caused more hassle than is good for me.
I should have just gone back to bed this morning, or sewed, instead of trying to box stuff up in and on my sewing table. Now I can't walk in there.
So I stopped that project and decided to make gumbo. I'm not even good for that any more because I just overflowed the pot on the stove. What a mess to clean up!
And Penny has been dragging leaves off of the patio into the house all day. The maids were here yesterday, and I already need to vacuum again. Pushing around a vacuum is not on the neurosurgeon's list of things I can do just yet.
Do you feel sorry for me yet?
I'm a mess!