Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum

The post title refers to what I should have done to cope with the week. I'm going to vent a little and then let it go. If you're not up for a pity party -look away now. 

Work presented some curly situations this week that meant I put in a significant amount of extra hours and spent the whole time running round like a blue arsed fly. I like a challenge, think very clinically and clearly in a crisis and usually respond well to a certain amount of pressure but this week was ridiculous. By late yesterday afternoon I couldn't even hold a coherent conversation. I came home Friday night and drank 3/4 of a vodka cruiser and fell asleep due to exhaustion. My brain was just so tired. 

I swear I'm never going to poke fun (in a blog post at least) at my poor cat again. I obviously tempted fate. I got home from work on Thursday night to find my bathroom looking like a scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and had to do a second emergency vet run. Poor cat had to be knocked out again, had half his side shaved (he's not happy about rocking a cat style mohawk let me tell you)and had all sorts of medical type stuff done to him again. I'm swear the vet had a twinkle in his eye when he told me how much it was going to cost. The bastard was probably thinking about that new Ferrari he's had his eye on. So Mordecai is currently weeing through a tube, is missing half his fur, has a bucket on his head, a bandage on his leg and every time I visit he's looking at me like I'm personally responsible for his misfortune. Dude- I just drove you there - risking a speeding fine - to save another one of your cat lives. Since you cant possibly have that many lives left due to your habit of sitting in the middle of the road and playing games with dogs 6 times your size, show a little freaking gratitude. While you're recuperating you have plenty of time to make me a thankyou card. 

My house has finally hit the stage where it looks like a scene from "Hoarders". OK maybe it's not quite that bad but for Maison Pyjamas standards it's pretty revolting. There is crap (not real crap  - just mess) everywhere. I've lost my sanity not control of my bowels. Normally I'd share the mess with you to visually illustrate my point but it's so bad I'm fearful of being judged. There is still stuff on the dining room table from Monday and I'm struggling to find clean underpants. I hear you can turn your undies inside out for another wearing. If you've tried this feel free to privately email me to let me know your experience. I'm looking for ways to save time and money. 

Understandably, all of this means absolutely no sewing happened here this week. The craftiest I got was artfully throwing things in a basket for a baby gift for a girl at work while I was simultaneously loading the dishwasher. But last week before the crap hit the fan,  I was on fire. 

A ton of people I know are having babies. And even though I'm not planning to have any more of my own , I have no objection to other people having them because it means I get to make cute stuff. As far as I'm concerned you can never have enough bibs because one thing babies excel at is dribbling and spitting up on themselves. I think someone should create a Baby Olympics and have that as one of the events. Pooping in your pants could be another event. Crying could be another. Miss P would have taken gold for Australia in that event when she was a baby. 

While I was sewing Mr. P announced that one of the girls at his work is also expecting so I just added some extras to my making pile. What's three more bibs when you're making approximately one bajillion - give or take?

Last weekend I put in a big effort to finish the selvage quilt.  A heap of people contributed selvages to the cause. To all those people (I have a list somewhere but do you think I can find it at the moment? ) Thankyou! This quilt truly felt like it may never get finished-even when I modified the size down to a large lap sized quilt. 

I made the back out of old bread bags because that's what I reckon women would have done in years past when they were making a quilt that was all about utility. Plus I had a load of them laying around doing nothing much except taking up space and I hate to waste anything.

And I decided Mordecai needed a quilt since he manages to roll all over everything else I'm making so I cobbled this together from some questionable fabric I bought off the internet eons ago. It's wonky and hastily put together but sometimes that’s just the way things go.  So long as he isn't reading up how to be a cat quilt critic while he's on holiday at the vet I'm golden.

I'm off to start cleaning the house. Lucky, Lucky me !