Wow, yesterday was one of those days where everything I did was wrong.  Considering the morning was not going well should have been an indication to me that maybe, just maybe, I should <booming voice from above> “walk away from the sewing room”. 

But did I?  Nah, not me.  Truly, I am not a masochist, but why did I dig a deeper and deeper hole for myself?  Sometimes my desire to conquer problems would be better served by taking a time-out.  Alas, I have to admit, I still have yet to learn the lesson of listening to that inner voice when it is telling me to stop, think on it and plan an alternate course of action.

So what happened you may, or may not, ask?— You must promise not to laugh.  <looking at you sternly here>

The easiest of easiest tasks are the ones that always trip me up.  I was cutting a border 3/4″ wide and had to seam it to make it long enough lengthwise.  So I have to create a bias join–simple Simon.  Uh, I guess not for me.  I sewed four of them at a 90 degree angle, “w-h-a-t?”.  I got that fixed and then, having moved on, the next step was cut them to the correct length.  You guessed it, I cut them too short.  Are you seeing the pattern developing here?  It gets worse.

this poor strip now is in the depths of my waste can

My daughter had her horse riding lesson and after I dropped her off, I would go pick up my “scaled perfectly” quilting border pattern which I now needed.  As I am sitting in the car waiting for my daughter’s lesson to conclude, I unroll the pattern and, “hmmmm, something doesn’t look right”.   I scaled it WRONG!  It wouldn’t work and I would have to re-submit to the printer at the right size.  <sigh>

I returned home thinking, “OK, I have had enough hits for the day everything else should go in a positive direction now”.  HA!

Time to attach the LAST border.  I am measuring, and re-measuring, mumbling to myself that old bit of wisdom, “measure twice cut once”.  I only have just enough of this fabric for the borders so I can not mess it up.  I did.  It was at this point I laid down the rotary cutter, shut off the sewing machine and finally walked away for the day.  The ripping out of that l-o-n-g border seam, finding a different border fabric that would work, re-cutting (right this time) and re-submitting a properly scaled design to the printer could wait until the next day. 

Fortunately I had a nice red wine ready last night for my pity party and as Scarlett said, “tomorrow is another day”.

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