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Sunday morning I wakened to two small but urgent sewing projects. The weather was cool enough for me to spend some time in the studio -- where the sewing room is -- so I headed over there with the idea that I'd have the projects taken care of in about an hour.
Collecting the needed fabrics and patterns was no big deal, though I did have a little trouble clearing enough counter space to do the actual cutting. Yes, the studio is more than a little, er, cluttered.
Once everything was cut, I proceeded to the sewing machine. It took less than 60 seconds for my tendonitis to scream at me to stop.
Unfortunately, I couldn't. I said this was urgent. I need to get these two items made and ready to mail Monday morning.
The elbow screamed louder. In fact, it screamed so loud I screwed up the first item and was going to have to make another to replace it.
I got nothing else done Sunday. I couldn't write, could barely even read.
Yesterday, having begged a postponement on mailing these items, I forced myself to finish them. What should have taken no more than an hour ended up taking three hours when I figured in all the rests and pauses. And after I had finished, well, I was unable to anything else. Almost all of yesterday was spent on the couch, reading little bits of Twitter and struggling to finish a book review that I had started Saturday.
NO MORE SEWING!
Last night I was finally able to scribble a few words and transcribe them to the computer. And I took some more cactus flower pictures yesterday afternoon.
Another shot of the Santa Rita cactus. Yes, they really are purple.