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I have 55 spools of thread and not single one is red!

This skirt is my polyester double knit. I love the way it looks on me and today I received several complements on it. I call the print firework flowers.
This should have been my polyester double knit red plaid skirt. But I have 55 different spools of thread and the only one with the right color red has this much thread on it.
Cannot complete the skirt with that and I am too lazy, tired, disgusted to go to the store and buy more. When every I buy thread I buy 3 spool per project because I know will use it all in time.
I have brick red but cannot bring myself to use it. In my mind the fire engine red is the best color to use to complete this skirt. So I am going to work my creating a projects to do list and draw some designs. I finally place an order for some swatches of fabric for the designs that I submitted to sunflower. I check the mail every day.

I did complete my apron and pot holders that match the kitchen curtains.

The maid forgot to wash ALL the dishes.

I do not like this picture of me but it's about time for me to put one up so now you have a face to go with these words. Hello everyone in the blogging community it nice to meet you.

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Anonymous said…
I forget...was the apron too short? Or too long?

Do you still have your invisible thread? Use that.

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