I am my own enemy in every respect. Let’s start with My Holiday table piece. I had this beautiful pumpkin fabric that I loved. So I found my pattern and cut it out. After I sewed a couple of sections together, I realized that this was a directional patterned fabric. and was going to look totally stupid. Pumpkins going every different direction. My words at the time are not fit to repeat. So, I finished it and then practiced some quilting, which pretty much winded up looking like a two year old scribbling on paper. I used it on Thanksgiving anyway. No one but me noticed the disaster.
So, issue number 2. I fractured my foot. Dont know when or how. Mentioned to the Doc when my toes started burning and I wanted them removed (just kidding) and soon I was sporting this fabulous attire (left). Oh joy, just in time for Holiday shopping.
So, now we can move onto dumb ass move #3. So last night, while wrapping Christmas presents, I single handedly managed to shove a pair of scissors into my thigh and then promptly shove them through the top of my hand. Went in around the thump, pointy end came out the top of my hand somewhere. While this occurred, I truly have no idea of the sequence of events. Did it need stitched? Probably. Did I get them? Noooooo. It was 9pm at night and I was so annoyed with myself. Needless to say my daughter and Significant other have taken away all sharp objects. I am now destined to use blunt nose scissors under supervision.