Well the holiday is certainly over, I am trapped in the land of sewing. Sewing, sewing everywhere as I try to get ready for this trade fair at Harrogate next Saturday. Am I nervous, am I doing the right thing, have I bitten off more than I can chew? You betcha!
I seem to be welded to the sewing machines. I fact yesterday I was impaled on one. Yes, the old Singer got me again. A full on bite on the finger. There really is nothing worse than having the needle on the sewing machine break, and the damn thing is right through your finger. Coming from a long line of over-reactors I fairly swore, leaped about in agony and bled profusely over the damn sewing. Needle still wedged firmly in finger I rush to the house (not quite sure why) and Idgy recoils in horror with that one word that instills so much confidence in the afflicted 'yuck!'. Stand over sink, take deep breath and think about pulling the needle out. I should of course just have pulled it out right away, but I have lost the momentum and I am on a roll. I am one of those people that is fine with blood on other people, but mine, well that's just a bit personal and I really don't want to lose any. Anyway I pluck up what courage I can muster and pull the needle out (it hurt), the blood was everywhere, I nearly fainted. My eleven year old looked on with a 'seen it all' expression as she handed me a tea towel. 'You'll live' she said.
Would like to report that I have a huge bandage and sling, but alas my agonies only resulted in a dinosaur band-aid. Back to that bloody sewing machine yet again……