Is it just me or are the days screaming by faster than a speeding train? It feels like Groundhog Day. Except today ..... the painters return. My mornings of wandering the house in my 35 year old bath robe are gone. Yessirree ... I've had this bright red floor length beauty for 32 years and it's still going strong. It came from an era when they made things to last more than six weeks. Too bad there will be no more lounging until the painting is finished.
Here's my first fifteen minutes ... every morning. It's why we can't have nice things in our house. It just took me 30 minutes to figure out how to air drop it to my computer. I was puzzled because my email provider only allows 38 mb to be sent over the airwaves. My file said it had 31, but it refused to send it. Now I just have to figure out how to block every other person or business in the world who will be sending me stuff.
My second trip Saturday was to the fabric store. Where else would I go on a busy holiday and have to brave the traffic except to buy fabric. I was shocked that hardly anyone was on the highway and NO ONE in the store except me. I thought maybe I had stepped into the Twilight Zone.
Sadly, it only took me five minutes to find these two pieces. I didn't even walk the store to see what else I might find. I've got painting to pay for, so NO Nancy ... you can't have any more fabric!