That’s a line from Cheaper by the Dozen. You should listen to the book. It’s great.
So. First of all. I’m amazing.
That sounds rather boastful. So maybe I’ll change it to I feel amazing. Here’s why.
That thing I’m operating is a sewing machine. And that pile of fabric on the table is something that I personally have sewed together. And the product of all those stitches is actually quite impressive (I feel). I have learned how to sew on this here project. I can now make it an average of two hours on that machine before I holler, ‘Ronda!’…help me ronda, help, help me ronda. Sorry. That truly just popped out.
Chuckle. So, as I was saying, I now know what to do if the bobbin needs assistance. Before this project, if the bobbin messed up, I was in an absolute quandary. ‘Help, help me ronda.’ Oh that just makes me laugh.
So yes. I feel quite accomplished. And I also think it’s quite funny that I want to go up to Ronda’s to use her sewing machine because I’m so tickled with this project. Me and these types of domestic activities have pretty much avoided each other. I snorted at the girls who took home economics. And now, five years later, I’m finally figuring how to thread the dumb machine. Shouldn’t have snorted.
Next on the list of things of great interest. I went to a baby shower yesterday for a lovely friend. And was reminded that I am not quite as amazing as I sometimes feel.
And how cute is this table?
Loved the wreath.
And now, moving right along. And only because you asked.
This is what pink eye purlpe hull peas look like.
And to avoid getting myself in further trouble, I shall bite my tongue in case any commentary should come across as less than positive. Oh look. There are the lima beans in the left corner. Now you can see what those look like as well. Mmmm.
And because I personally think that’s kind of a sad picture to end on, here’s another.
Night friends. Loving my camera and loving life.
…help me ronda, help, help me ronda…