Quilt.


The worst thing happened to me this morning. I'm talking nightmare material here. In fact I think what happened is the grown up version of that kiddie bad dream about going to school nudie.

My hairdresser sent me home because I have lice!!!!!

Can you believe??

And here I was thinking I was on top of those nasty little critters. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

And not only is this terrible for the obvious embarrassing, dirty Berty reasons, but I also am desperate for a haircut. Six months of beachy, road trippy behaviour has not been kind to these tresses. And now I have to wait until next Wednesday for an appointment.

After I was politely informed of the disgusting parasites I positively fled to my car, soggy, just washed hair and all. I sat there for a while and contemplated my day. It was surely only heading downhill from there.

But then I remembered my year of happiness and decided not to give in. I tried some retail therapy in a few oppys - fail. I tried shopping for a new sundress - fail. I came home and tried to act happy at family lunch time - getting warmer. And then I decided that the only thing that would save this day would be to sew. More specifically, to finish my quilt.


So I did.

I ignored the load in the washing machine, I ignored the lunch dishes, I ignored half of the cries of muuuuuuummmmmm!!!!! I ignored my half decluttered wardrobe and all of the other jobs on my mental list. And I sewed. In fact I quilted.


I quilted lines. I made some binding. I bound the quilt (please don't look too closely at the corners). And then we took down the pot-holders and popped it on the wall.

And now I feel OK. My hair is a mess but I'm OK.

Time will tell if I'll be brave enough to keep my hair appointment on Wednesday though. I think I might need a change of hair dressers.


Is your hair itchy after reading this? Mine is. I hope my farmer boy likes the idea of lice combing my hair tonight. Pretty romantic huh!

So has anything embarrasing happened to you lately? Anything? Please help me feel better.

bye.
xx

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