Today I have been struggling with my failures. Now don’t get me wrong… I usually try to stay in the positive and keep pushing through the hard stuff but as I was making a bag today with some of my now world famous Canadian Smocking (juuuuuuuuust kidding) I just totally botched it! Like got my sewing machine all caught up and rushed a little type impatient Amanda botched it. Now it’s not irrepairable but I am just so frustrated that I could pull my hair out! Booooooooooooo.
Now I know I should quit while I am still on the sane side of the block but part of me wants this done and done now. Manfriend is playing video games and although he occasionally looks up to say “Babe, you alright?” I just reply with a hrrumph and growl a little, letting him know that I love him but that he needs to leave me alone, HA! He tells me that I am going to make mistakes, that it happens and while I love his sweet moon pie eyes, I also want to tear them from his head, because they are looking at me… failing.
No worries, I left his eyes in their sockets but had to walk away from my project. I am pretty sure that I am not the only one who has ever felt so wicked frustrated on a work of craft, that was meant to be a masterpiece… but I still can’t help feeling alone struggling with this temporary failure.
Power down sewing machine… you have the rest of the night off!