I have had a Monday all day.
I'll take that back. Work went well. I accomplished what I wanted to do today, and that was good.
Then I came home.
And that was good, when it started out. Dearly Beloved and I had an enjoyable discussion of our day, he cooked dinner (and that was very good), and I got ready to finish up some things I needed to do.
One of those things was to bake some cheese muffins to take as refreshments to sampler guild. I got the batter done this morning before work so all I had to do was fill the muffin tins and bake. Got that done.
Then while they were baking, I decided to put together the needlekeep and scissors fob I made this week-end. Situated myself at the kitchen table (ever since our last oven shorted out and caught on fire, I do not leave the room if something is cooking or baking). Had my needlework lined up in front of me. Had threads, needles, fiberfill, Skirtex, pins--everything I needed. Also had my glass of Pepsi at hand for caffeine.
You know how they say to avoid having any liquid anywhere when you're stitching. They are right.
I picked up my glass and it slipped out of my hands and sloshed everywhere. Everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE!!!!
The deep green and red silk on the needlebook and pinkeep ran. So I leaped up from the table and sprang to the sink to run cool water through.
Oh, who am I kidding. I am a large and lovely lady with an arthritic hip and bad knees. Leaping and springing are no longer in my repertoire. I lurched up and tottered to the sink, where I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed again.
It did not help. Frustrating, because the other times I've had dyes run, rinsing got the excess out. Not this time. Where the red and green dye met and mingled, the linen is now a color not found in nature. And the pomegranates have pink halos. And the leaves have green halos. I don't think I could give these away.
And while I was attempting the rescue, the cheese muffins burned.
I'm going to bed.