I'll give you a break from my Obama dialogue (if you're in the US - make your vote count!), but before I do, admit it, Obama is a great, great man.
Last night - week four of sewing. I thought I was going to finish those darn pjs. Well it wasn't to be. After inspecting my sewing from the previous week, I discovered that all was not well and that the sleeve had an added pleat that was not truly meant to be there. Aye aye aye. This has obviously dashed all my Project Runway dreams.
My sewing teacher kindly unpicked what we thought was the problem. I went to re-sew, only to discover that we'd only scraped the surface, there was a whole world of pain going on with that sleeve, and the only way was to take it off completely and start again. Four weeks on one pair of pyjamas. I am going for some kind of record.
I re-sewed, re-attached, and then - well, I discovered something funky going on with the sleeve underneath it. The long and the short of it is - my sewing teacher has taken pity on me - she's kept the top and is going to fix the mistakes for me this week.
Next week - buttons ahoy. Fingers crossed I can finish. Think strong, powerful, pyjama thoughts for me. Next sewing project, I'm thinking something sleeveless could be on the agenda. Ahem.
After sewing I come home wired (not in a Cliff Richard way, though I could do with a pair of rollerskates and spray on jeans), can't sleep, too excited. I try and chat to my sleeping husband. I read blogs. I'm trying to catch up on my favourites (639 posts to get through - eeek!), and come and visit commenters. Sorry I've been a little slack of late. I will come and say toodles soon.
It's Melbourne Cup Day, I'm not doing much except watching the race (oh and I treated myself to a trip to the Dentist this morning - what JOY!) - what are you doing to celebrate the fillies?