The Post in Which You All Feel Sorry For Me.....Again

Please, pity me. I have nowhere to sew.

Pity me, because I have 4 charm packs of this, calling my name:

Pity me, because I have not only a jelly roll, but also a layer cake of Terrain. It too sings to me from the depths of my fabric cupboard. 

Do you feel so sorry for me yet? No? How about when I tell you I have some of this:

Oh, and this, that I actually have project deadlines for:

It's truly a tragedy. Such pretty things and yet they cannot be used to their full potential. I know, you are all weeping for me. I can hear it from here. I feel your pain feeling my pain, and I thank you.

On the other hand, since I cannot sew like I want, nor can I store my clean clothes down in the laundry room, I have gotten 4 loads of laundry washed, folded, and put away. In the same day. Folks, that's miraculous right there. And, I scrubbed my bathroom. That's right, I went above the usual wipe-down with a Clorox wipe and got loopy on some fumes. I'm beginning to think someone (whose name starts with a "C" and ends with a "urly") may have prayed for something like this to happen. There are less dramatic ways to get my attention. But, I suppose we like a little drama here. In the meantime, I think I'll go stroke some fabric while I wait for the next load to be dry.