Accomplishment Makes Me Itch
Really, I’ve been scratching all day. Wish I could show you a finished garment for my trouble, but sadly the one thing I DIDN’T accomplish was sewing. I did, however, clean out the refrigerator:
After which, I texted the Hubs that he owed me hazard pay. We had chili in there from last month.
I also cleaned out the garage. You’re just going to have to take my word for it:
Then I cut out and prepped a skirt:
Unfortunately, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get around to that since the Hubs is leaving town again this week. In preparation for his demise — oops, I mean departure — I also finished an arseload of laundry:
At this point, June Cleaver would be sitting back with a gin and tonic and the knowledge of a job well done.
I’m not June Cleaver, and I WANT MY FRICKIN’ MEDAL. A scantily dressed hunk with a cleaning compulsion wouldn’t be a bad idea either. My birthday’s coming up, after all.