This was meant to be one of those "you will not believe all the things I am doing" type of posts.
I have just finished a secret charity project. It took me forever and included one massive crisis of confidence.
I made a mushroom garland and have eight more (yep 56 mushies) cut out and ready to sew. Don't even bother adding up the number of spots.
I have almost made myself a new froggy friend - one last tweak has been twuck since this photo and I have 11 little crowns finished awaiting 11 little frogs .
I was going to tell you how I have a new project that I would like to get finished and written before Trade show at the end of the month,
I was going to tell you I have nine D-is-for-Deer friends in various stages of completion.
I was going to to rant and rave at my own crazy pants ways.
Yesterday the Mr broke his ankle. Yep, I know, I remember it too. As the verdict was delivered in the curtained off room in casualty, I know that our brains both went to exactly the same place .
So now, the one-armed, one-legged man is in a not-too-happy-state with a giant boot and a walking stick and the able bodied woman is breathing deeply and hiring bathroom equipment.
(The able bodied woman is also wondering how long it has been since the bathroom floor got a wash)