Mojo Lost, Mojo Found

OK--earlier in the week, my stitching mojo vanished in a puff of smoke. Gone. Move along, nothing to see here.

I tried. I sat with the threaded needle in my hand for about an hour one night while watching reruns of Big Bang Theory. Not one stitch was taken, and they were episodes I had seen multiple times before.

And here I was on my way to Salty Yarns to take a class from Betsy Morgan, and it's a project that I've wanted since it appeared on her blog. To say that I was afraid I would be a bump on a log in class is an understatement.

So I travelled to Baby Girl's last night and we got up bright and early to make the trek to Maryland from North Carolina.

And if there was ever a trip that would make a person reconsider taking a class, this was that trip.

• There was a horrendous accident on the interstate that meant it took us twice as long to reach the Virginia line as usual. It looked like it had happened hours earlier, and the road was still blocked.
• We missed the Jamestown Ferry and had to wait for the next one.
• We decided to have a leisurely lunch and it was delightful and I do not regret one moment of the time we spent off the road.
• For some unknown reason--and we have never figured this out--the traffic on I-64 is always slow and bumper-to-bumper. Today it was worse than usual. It took two hours to go forty miles.
• The rest of the trip was fairly easy, but at this point, we were so far behind our usual schedule and so road-weary it was hard to maintain our cherub-like demeanors.
• And we got the very last parking spot in the hotel parking lot so we are about as far away from the lobby as we could get. We may actually be in Delaware.

But then we arrived at the Lankford and Salty Yarns, and we have been welcomed with their usual gracious hospitality, and once again, Sara provided the absolute best goodie basket.

It is all housed in this perfect box:

And I'm feeling the urge to stitch again.

But if you think I'm even going to attempt that tonight, after 11 hours on the road--forgive me, but are you insane?