In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Should she stay or should she go . . .
Martha Edlin is all ready to jump into the tote bag.
I'm trying to be realistic. Seriously. I'm trying.
The fact is that I am taking three classes, the first of which starts Thursday. And there is a boutique. I can avail myself of a variety of needlework experiences.
But I will be there tomorrow evening and Thursday morning before the first class starts. Granted, we do have dinner reservations and chances to go hither and thither beforehand, but there could possibly be ten or fifteen minutes somewhere during which I could ply my needle.
It is probably better that I take something.
(I could probably think more clearly about this whole thing if I hadn't been awake since 3:30 a.m. No reason to be awake, just woke up and could not go back to sleep. And had to go to work today, where I was suddenly very sleepy at about 11. This was not a good thing. Dearly Beloved is checking behind me to make sure I have packed bloomers and my magnifier.)