I meant to craft like mad today. I had a plan to transform a men’s dress shirt into a cute dress, and take pictures along the way. I planned to photograph the buttons I’ve finished.
Then I rolled my ankle running across the porch and took a flying nose-dive off said porch, across the narrow sidewalk, and into the grass. And now one foot (the one whose ankle I rolled) is not the same color as the other, and while I could walk on it for a few hours after falling I can’t even stand on it by this point. I’m hopping around the house on one foot (lucky it’s a small house), and even that hurts because it jars the foot I’m holding in the air.
And you’d be surprised how much I move about when sewing, or photographing. I started on the aforementioned dress, thinking I’d just move around on my rolly chair, and it just did not work. Worse yet, I have to drive down to the Renaissance Festival tomorrow and climb the hill (well, partway) for orientation.
I damn well better be able to walk tomorrow.
This ends my monthly allotment of complaining.