I am so frustrated with myself right now. Sometimes I think there is an important chunk missing from my brain.
Today, I was excitedly finishing a project that has taken me months to create. I spent a few hours carefully measuring and trimming a backing and border for a wool rug that has an appliqué scene on it. The plan was to put the back on last to cover up all my stitching for a clean look. I was going to set the back up then finish some final stitching and THEN sew the back on. Well, somehow I forgot the vital middle step and will have to remove the back and spend another four hours putting a new one on. I have no idea why I did this and Justin nearly lost his life when he chuckled a little.
Sometimes I really think I'm losing my mind. For example, yesterday when I woke up; I thought about how nice it was that I didn't have to work early so I could enjoy some tea and hot oatmeal. I was so in the mood for oatmeal and I remember feeling like it would be the most satisfying thing. Five minutes later, after I'd pet the bunnies and checked my email, I was surprised to find myself eating cold Chex cereal.
I have always been a little bit spacey and I find small comfort thinking that this may be just part of being a cliche artistic type. When I mess up a little something on the register at work; I've joked that my mind is too busy creating spectacular fantasies to be troubled by holding onto banalities like taxes. But really, I have no clue how I could be this forgetful. I'm going to blame my hormones. It is ALWAYS their fault.
So, now I'm disappointed because I really wanted to share my woolen, rabbit-infested, volcanic and beribboned scene tonight. Bah!
Well, since I can't share my own special creation; above is a t shirt design by Amy and Glenn for Spitting Image that I think is appropriate and attractive. The French beneath the whale reads, "large is the brain of the whale". Perhaps I should be Argyle Goldfish instead.