Today really should have been a great day. Jim had booked a half day and we were going to spend the afternoon in York at a very good quilt/yarn store and a button store. I should have had 2 hours this morning whilst Bella napped to finish off some very urgent work and then tonight I should be doing some hand sewing in front of the telly with a nice glass of wine.
So...Last night I was in my studio working on a playmat order when my new (6 months old) sewing machine made a loud clanging noise and promptly died. Yes, it died. My sewing machine. Died. Dead. Gone.
I'm sure you can imagine the rest of the evening.
Then this morning Bella slept in until 9.30am! I know that sounds good but it could only mean one thing - that she wasn't well. And boy was she ever not well! She was back in bed by 10.30am and slept another 3 hours.
Of course that should mean that I could get a lot of work done. But my Sewing. Machine. Was. Dead.
After a trip to the doctors and a temp of 103, we put Bella back to bed and gave up on the idea of achieving anything today.
So I'm behind in my work, I've run out of a very necessary crewel wool (hence the needed trip to York) and Bella has thrown up in every room of the house. And I have no sewing machine. And to top it all the bottle of wine I just opened tastes crappy.
I am praying that when I take my machine in to the shop tomorrow that they'll laugh and shake their heads at the silly women who's simply forgotten to clean it properly, or something equally straight forward. And that they won't shake their heads and start muttering words like - "fortnight", "not covered by warranty" or "the silly women's forgotten to clean it and has killed it dead".
And here's some fabric that I got at last weeks car boot sale.
There's not very much of it, but it's very pretty.
York tomorrow. I hope.