Ironing Sickness
Aghhh. Anyone ever ironed for four hours straight? It makes you crazy I tell you. My morning started off normal enough, a little sunshine and flowers and humming while I traced and cut. So nice and quaint. See here.
Look how happy that is.
BUT THEN. I got started on the bias tape ironing. Holy smokes I had no idea what I was in for. Soooo much ironing. It made me loopy. And I’m nowhere near finished. How crazy is the crafty life? I’m sure I’m not the first to share the bizarre ways in which craft intrudes normal living. But here. See for yourself. I have replaced my coffee table with my ironing board. Sick times.
Gotta get that ironing done some way somehow! See how sad little Jojo is. He’s like, Mom, where is our coffee table?
Devotion is what that is. The ironing board will stay put until I finish all nineteen hundred yards of bias tape!
