esterday was a rainy day. I love rainy days. It would have been a good day to pick up a good book and curl up in a corner and I should have done just that because everything I did turned out awful. At least The Mister got the molding painted without any drama.
It was a good day for soup. It would have been a better day if I had thought to turn the knob from warm to high. I had raw soup for dinner.
While the soup wasn't cooking I was trying to put the Sunflower quilt together. I ripped out more than I sewed on.
For the life of me I couldn't get that white sashing lined up right. I used all the tricks I know but it turned out to be a day of trial and error with the emphasis on error. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.