Wednesday, 3 December 2008
What's new pussycat?
Do any of you remember that feeling you got the night before exams? That twisted knot in your stomach, the utter, utter feeling of desperation and, of course, the disbelief that once again you have left all the revision to the last minute? Oh, I hope I'm not the only one who went through school like that? I used to revise until late at night, set my alarm and wake up really early in the morning to pack in a few hours before school. As much as I tried I could never, ever get to grips with revision until it was really, really necessary - but sssssh don't tell my daughters that! Well, that's a bit how I'm feeling at the moment, worrying and worrying that all this sewing will not get done, annoyed with myself for not doing more earlier on and hoping and hoping that come the weekend I will have done enough. I'll never learn ...
I have been very lucky to have had some orders for my work coming in plus a Christmas event too where I can sell my wares. Some friends have requested items for pressies and in the corner of my kitchen I see a pile of fabric that needs to be transformed into costumes for the school Christmas play and all needs to be done by the beginning of next week. Something has had to give and I'm afraid it's my blogging. Along with the hoovering and ironing, I have been a very naughty blogger. So so sorry to you all. I have been tagged, I have received such lovely comments, pressies and awards and I don't think I've thanked any of you on my blog. I have been exercising as much self restraint as I can muster at the moment and kept the blogging down these past few weeks, which means that I haven't been able to visit all the blogs that I would have wanted to - I am sorry and will try and make up for it soon.
One of my cats has been keeping company at the sewing machine. She sits permanently on my lap and is used to fabric, pins and lavender falling on her head. Now I'm not foolish, as much as she loves me, I know this new found show of affection has something to do with the dip in temperatures. The poor thing, not only is she in need of warmth and cuddles, she is also under constant attack from her sister who is waging a one cat war on anything and everything. We are seriously considering buying the little madam some happy pills she is such a grump at the moment. I heard her growling in the hall the other day, and hesitantly walked towards her, stomach churning, fearing what she might have brought in from the garden this time, only to find that she was growling at absolutely nothing at all, plainly miffed that she had nothing in particular to be miffed about.
Mr Roses has always said that it wouldn't be fair to have a dog as, well what with two cats, they might just end up fighting like cat and dog. Which is just what we have going on here without the dog. If I had the time, I would be half tempted to join her in the hall and sit and have a good growl ... see you soon!