Flypaper thoughts

• Yes I am still here.
• The bug came, went, did a U turn, came and now went.
• Didn't miss any work because I will go home when I figure those kids have all they need to have in their heads in their heads.
• Last week I got this email just before class "I won't be in class today because I thought today was Sunday and only realized it wasn't when texting my friends and realized they were at school."
• You see where I am coming from here.
• Somewhere along the way to Too-much-to-dos-ville I realized.
• If I don't sew something soon I am going to lose my mind.
• You know that feeling?
• However with end of term and dog walking and being flu-esque I didn't really have time to sew.
• So I took the only reasonable way out.
• I sewed dolmans.
• This will be remembered, by me, as the time I was so busy I sewed dolmans.
• Five T shirts actually to go with my five knit Elle pants.
• I just might give you a dress form shot a day this week as proof.
• And you know.
• Sometimes life is like a V neck.
• I made one of the dolmans yesterday and the neckband was too wide for not super stretchy fabric and it sort of gaped.
• Looked OK by those standards that only God is perfect and a man riding by on a fast horse wouldn't notice.
• That's all fine but when I got up this morning and put it on the kitchen counter for a look I decided - we do better work than that in this shop.
• So before I changed my mind I cut off the neckband with the chicken scissors and went down to the sewing room and installed a cross over V.
• Your standards can slip but not too much, and not every day.
• Or most days.
• So glad I have finished House of Cards on Netflix.
• Claire was getting to me.
• You can't trust a woman with no accessories on her outfit and no knick knacks in her house.
• That should have been everyone's first clue.
• It was mine.
• Sometimes when my husband is away I make a pan of sweet and sour chicken wings and eat it myself. With brown rice and beets.
• Got to watch those dolmans in the sauce.
• Got diagnosed this week with saddle sores from riding the exercise bike.
• Amused doctor told me to wear some of those padded bum shorts out of spandex.
• I can see me now, getting dressed like Lance Armstrong to go down to the basement and sit on the bike and look at pattern sites in my iPad.
• Hardly an extreme sport
• But I guess it depends on where you sit.
• Literally.
• I am thinking what I really need is a FBA to the seat.
• You figure it out.
• Might have to cut back on the chicken wings.
• In three weeks I will be in Florida.
• No more of these long blogging breaks then.
• Promise.