Sunday morning, darning rips in my sheets.
I’m feeling very domestic, and farm-wifey, and frugal and sustainable.
Also, recollecting my pattern of work when I sustainably and frugally darned my sock-heels as a teenager, I should probably soak up this virtuous feeling while I’ve got it. I am not likely to do this more than once ever again in my life.
Deborah
/ 2012-08-19It’s all fun and games until someone pokes their eye with a beading needle.
Megan
/ 2012-08-19Sigh. Yep. You’ll be happy to know that other than a killer headache throughout my eye-socket, right sinus, right temple and ear, I seem to be back to normal.
I’d forgotten I even blogged this. And now I’m thinking it’s definitely good I reveled in the feeling of virtue while I had it. After jabbing myself in the eye, I threw down that sheet in the corner as I ran up to the bathroom to check on my eye and I doubt I’ll even be able to contemplate picking it up again for a couple of weeks.
Oh well. At least I’d finished saving one sheet before all the drama.
Deborah
/ 2012-08-19Well, watch it carefully for signs of infection. You know that, of course. This is definitely one of those incidents that makes me cringe whenever I think about it.
Who would expect to injure themselves darning sheets?