The Good, the Bad, and the Owie
Good: Look what came in the mail yesterday! Cynthia of Home Matters 1st made me a shirt! It is cute, cute, cute!
Never mind my weird expression. I was yammering at my husband giving him tips on how to take a decent picture, to let the camera auto focus before mashing down on the button (impatient much?), stand on the same level so he's not looking up at me like the Statue of Liberty (he didn't listen), and don't snap the picture with my eyes closed or mouth open (to which he responded, "Well, shut up then.") Hmph!
But back to the shirt - I LOVE IT! Thank you so much, Cynthia, for your thoughtfulness, time and talent, and generosity!!
Bad: Well, it's not that bad but just to keep it real, I thought I'd tell you a thrifting tale that didn't pan out the way I expected—a thrifting fail.
In other words, not every pick is a winner.
Doris Lee. I'm sure the lesson learned and knowledge gained is worth at least what I paid for the piece, but it's sure not the find I can retire on. Dream on!
The print is going in the garbage and I'll keep the glass frame to reuse. I do still like the colors, faded as they are, so I'll keep the photo of it for inspiration. Seems like they might work well together in a quilt.
Owie: Do you say "owie" or "ouchy"? It was early morning when I banged my left toe on something hard and immobile, so I bit my tongue rather than say anything. I just winced and tried to walk it off, thinking that'll be another bruise. Mind you, it doesn't take much. I bruise like a banana.
As the day has worn on, it has gotten worse. I sit here with ice on my left next-to-pinkie toe and am pretty sure I broke it. It hurts like a (mother- or son-, you fill in the blank) and is swollen and turning colors. I don't think there is much one can do for a broken toe, according to Dr. Google, except ice and stay off it. Oh, and whine to the internets. Check, check, and check.