Originally Posted by Krystyna
Well the top for my second one is done. And, as usual, I feel like I am engaged in warfare with the fabric bits.
"Do this," I tell it.
"No, we're going over here!"
"OK. But this bunch is going over there."
I look at it and hate it. Then I look some more and kind of like it.
I should be locked up.
Only if I can be in the same cell. THEN we'd show the fabric what we want to do.
"You'd better go here."
"No I want to go there."
"If you go there, that's her side of the room and she'll put you some place else."
"Oh no! Not HER! Ok..Ok...I'll go where you want me to.."
fade out to the sounds of whimpering fabric finally realizing that WE are in charge......
and then the alarm clock goes off and I wake up.
Sigh. (grins)