I'm having a bad sewing night. Ever have one of those? Things have puckered, snagged, snapped, run out, been uneven, wonky, wobbly. I've sat on pins. I've measured, cut, then discovered I've cut an inch too short but I *know* I measured correctly. *Every* *single* *time* I put down my scissors they turn invisible for five minutes before miraculously becoming visible again. I know they turn invisible because the place I find them in is somewhere I already looked five times.
I give in. Clearly the planets that govern my sewing skills are misaligned tonight. Perhaps my biorhythms are wrong for sewing. Perhaps the little folk are angry that I haven't left them a saucer of milk. Perhaps the cosmos doesn't want me to finish this cushion cover. Perhaps my gran was right and you should never try to sew when a scientific probe has just crashed into the moon.
I'm going to bed with cup of cocoa, a good book, and a couple of aspirin.