She's Calling Me

I hear her calling me.

Softly at first.

Then more insistently.

She knows that I've had my eye on those beautiful quilts and those cute skirts. She knows that I just bought a pattern and fabric for a baptism dress for D. And fabric for a quilted wall-hanging. And I have a skirt already cut out waiting there patiently for months...

It's my sweet sewing machine that I love when she's working properly. And that frustrates me to no end when she isn't.

Ahhh...I must heed the call.


Before I can sew though, I must clean up my studio. Put all the pens into one neat basket.


Stack up all those finished layouts waiting for page-protectors and a binder. Why can't I just go and get a few new binders? I'm not sure what my hang-up is here...I wonder if there is a quiz I can take on FB about that? (...giggle)


Put all my ribbons and flowers into beautiful jars so I can gaze at them while I rip out all my mistakes...


And now, I can begin...