A little less ashamed

Remember my post yesterday, guilt? Well, I’ve made progress, s.l.o.w. progress, but progress.

Today’s errands went like this:

• The villas that looked great on the internet were not.
• Home Depot no longer carried the product we were seeking.
• Office Depot was out of both the size and color of stamp Leon needed.
• I didn’t buy the pound cake I wanted because of the fat count, and now I crave it.

But, I not only remembered, but found strange heavy duty needles at Publix, a grocery store, of all places, so am going to attempt to hand sew denim bags for the Good Medicine Project! Leon gave me a pair of jeans to cut up. They have been washed in hot water and dried on high heat enough times that if the kids decide to have a food fight with their Medicine Bags in reach, they can be tossed in the machine and they won’t shrink!

And, of course, as soon as I put them together, I’m going to wash them and dry them (sans food fight, I hope) before I sew on whatever I sew on them. (You don’t really think I had it all together at once did you? You did? You must be just passing through.)

Have to say, these are scary looking needles, but I won’t attempt to use the curved ones, no telling what damage I could do to myself with those, I’m not exactly a seamstress, you know. If you don’t hear from me, it may be I forgot we have an air mattress and decided to use the straight pins while sitting on the bed…. It would not be the first time… but that time it was a waterbed.