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I survived Day 2 of Fingergate. Thank you for all your well wishes. I was heartened to feel tingling in my pinky earlier today because I figured that meant healing until I started thinking a major infection probably tingles too. I don't know whats going on under that bandage and I was told not to take it off unless it got wet. They probably don't want me to freak out because my finger is going black. If they take it off tomorrow and my finger looks like a three year old carrot I'll be sure to take pictures to share. That would be an interesting blog post.
There has been plenty of time for contemplation since I have been banned from doing anything. I don't really understand how sewing could possibly impede my recovery but my orders were to rest up for the weekend.
Frankly I think this no sewing nonsense is some kind of world wide conspiracy to stop me from being crafty. Last weekend Patty banned sewing machines and this week the medical fraternity is denying me. Basically because I'm a smartarse I've now spent two weekends working my way around the rules. Last weekend I hand sewed. This weekend it was tidying up the sewing room properly ....so I could actually find things in there. Last time I did that was in April of 2008. If I spent half as much time applying myself as vigorously to other areas of my life as I do to bending the rules I swear I'd be President of the United States.
It took me two solid days to go through every nook and cranny of the sewing room. Welcome to Pigsty Central. And this was after I started.
So I sorted and bagged all my scraps by colour. I have heaps of scraps and there is some really hideous crap in there.
I put all my collections together. They look so pretty I don't want to use them.
I grouped my fat quarters and other fabric bits by colour.
And I have so many vintage sheets to play with that I'll never need to buy another one. It would probably be manners to leave some for other people anyway.
I found some really pretty chenille squares I should probably use. I keep promising Miss P a new chenille quilt but I still haven't forgotten how much fun the last one was to quilt.
And now it's done and I can see the carpet ..and I wish I couldn't because it needs cleaning.
Somebody amuse me - I'm so bored.
I'm really hoping that stink I can smell is my feet and not my finger....