I woke up and saw my new summer apron-in-progress from across the room and my heart sang.
This romantic fabric spoke to me the instant I saw it in the quilt shop. It whispered, "Summer apron, summer apron, summer apron, summer apron." I couldn't resist. I'm weak that way when it comes to aprons.
Equally obvious that I should have spent the run up to Halloween sewing a summer apron which won't be worn for another ten months rather than cutting out and painting my little Frankenstein door hanger. My enthusiasm derailed my to-do list yet again!
At least I voted on time, although tonight I plan to avoid all network coverage of the election results. Instead I intend watching a BBC Victorian mini-series called "Cranford" while I finish sewing my pink bias trim all around the apron edges.