"IT" happens...

Blogging has taken a back seat to the many things going on in my world here of late.  Not that I don't think about it...but with my parents (both in their 80's) living next door, a retired husband, college age daughter coming and going this summer, a teenage son struggling to find his way into manhood, and me deep in the grasp of middle age...well, I just get side tracked too easy these days.  So, I decided to look in on my blog and as I was skipping about I discovered I had unfinished drafts.  Now, it is possible that I did finish it....but since I didn't see it in my list...I'm finishing it now before I get interrupted again.

Yes, the "IT" of life happens to me all the time! 

Yesterday I was in one of my super creative energy spurts.  The house was quiet and all mine for a few precious hours...just me and the girls (dogs) Layla and Gracie.  I made me some hot chocolate spiked with instant coffee which could have been my motivation, ya think!  With the cold rain it was more of a curl up with a good book day.  But, with the caffene pumping in my veins I went straight to my sewing room, turned on all the floresent lights and put my foot to the pedal.  First I finished my fourth purse!  Yes, fourth purse in two weeks...I was so afraid to cut into my South African fabric that came with the kit that it took me 3 bags to gain the confidence to tackle this beautiful fabric.

  The "It" happened in my purse passion to finish the last bag.  I was feeling a little too confident in the process that I wasn't looking at the instructions anymore.  As I was pinning my outer edges I realized something was missing...the strap...turned to look for it and discovered my iron laying on it's face!  Yikes...dang..."It" happens!!  I am the only person I know that can blow up a Pyrex dish, stumble UP stairs, and nearly slice off a finger with a dull knife, and wreck her own car in the carport!  But, the truth is I have done all these things and more!  I am not known for my graceful movies or ability to eat fine pastries with a small plate and cup balanced in my lap.

Oh, well...I did try to fix up the pressing mat with various hair brained ideas I could come up with and in the end just put a new cover tacked down around the edge.  Life is Good again in my sewing room!