Day 7: A Case of the Mondays

Mondays happen. And there's nothing that anyone can do about it. Except pour yourself a second glass of wine and go to bed, and sleep it out until Tuesday.

I deliberately got to work before 7 so that I could leave early enough to really get a lot done on my dress. Things really didn't work out that way.

I cut out both sides of the back and the left front (oh - somebody remind me tomorrow. I need a new fabric marker), and I thought, "Dang! I am on FIRE!" So I took a pancake break while watching a little of "This Is Spinal Tap" (yeah, it's awesome!) and of course, sploosh, I kicked over my nice full coffee mug, all over my coffee table, all over my brand freakin' new rug, and all over some pattern pieces. So that took a while to clean up, and when I got back to work on the remaining piece - I ended up being AN INCH short on the fabric, by the way - I flipped the pattern piece up to straighten out some of the kinks, and Beaker comes running out and riiiiip, bites the pattern piece and tears a big hunk out of it. At that point, God was telling me to just do something else for the rest of the night. I choose to interpret that something else as watching the rest of "Spinal Tap" and cuddling with one of my boxes of Girl Scout cookies.