A few days ago….
Today…
A few days ago….
Today…
Before I went back to work (6 1/2 months ago!), I had started sewing a tiny patchwork quilt. It had gone a bit wrong and ended up spending some time in storage. I dug it out to unpick the broken bit and repin it in the hope of getting a bit done over Easter. When I got it back out, I realised I’d already done that at some point (should I worry that I can’t remember????) and it just needed some sewing to finish.
So… guess what I did tonight? I still can’t sew though, but it’s acceptable for a first attempt. Well, I think so anyway! The original plan was to crochet around the outside, but the best way I think of to do that is to sew a blanket stitch around. And that isn’t happening tonight!
But learnt how to make little flowers today… I’ve had some tiny wooden hoops from flying tiger and had no idea what to do in them! This is my first attempt:
And this is how it happened:
I think it’s OK, not brilliant though. I just need ideas for the other 3 now!
Or holiday, whatever it is you celebrate. It’s a few days of work either way!
I am crocheting hefelumps, before retrieving my kids from the park.
I guess I’m having ‘a spot of bad luck’. Or something of the sort.
But earlier this week, an innocuous looking cashpoint refused to give me any money. Here it is:
It looks fine, right? But after I slept in on Tuesday, I left in a hurry. I had 6 minutes to go til the train came. I needed money. I asked it nicely, it seemed to be working… I got my card back and then… nothing. Followed by some growling noises. (The machine not me). A phone call to the number said I’d get my money back automatically. So I keep an eye on my account. Which is good, because I noticed when a penny came out. I was at work, husband phoned bank, end result – I no longer have a debit card. Wonderful.
Jump forward 2 days to this morning, and a random thing texts me and thanks me for signing up with something (I most certainly did not). And relieves me of £4.50.
So I’m starting to feel a bit paranoid…
This dude was hanging about the station tonight (after I missed the train because my bus didn’t show up):
That can’t be a good sign, can it?
I mean, just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not after you.
Sorry.
Anyway, I’ll leave you with the words of my helpful 3 advisor this evening: