Gak.
Gak.
A baby was born yesterday. He's early.
His diaper bag isn't finished yet. On the other hand, if I stitch REALLY FAST, and - thank heavens I hadn't framed them yet - take one of the Winnie-the-Pooh tinythings I did and staple stitch it carefully onto a nice little birth announcement, I can maybe get them framed up at Brit Gallery ASAP and out to the happy couple before Christmas.
(And we won't get into the finished wedding sampler that needs to get framed for Deb here at work, or the one I need to start for M&M - the design finally gelled YESTERDAY, thank the powers-that-be - or the one for my boss, or the one for M&I, or the other one for my sister. Or either of the ones I'm doing for my best friend. She'll get them, eventually, but the time pressure is gone.)
I'm way behind on my stitching.
A baby was born yesterday. He's early.
His diaper bag isn't finished yet. On the other hand, if I stitch REALLY FAST, and - thank heavens I hadn't framed them yet - take one of the Winnie-the-Pooh tinythings I did and staple stitch it carefully onto a nice little birth announcement, I can maybe get them framed up at Brit Gallery ASAP and out to the happy couple before Christmas.
(And we won't get into the finished wedding sampler that needs to get framed for Deb here at work, or the one I need to start for M&M - the design finally gelled YESTERDAY, thank the powers-that-be - or the one for my boss, or the one for M&I, or the other one for my sister. Or either of the ones I'm doing for my best friend. She'll get them, eventually, but the time pressure is gone.)
I'm way behind on my stitching.