No one is home, and I'm suppose to be cleaning my basement, seems my husband is re-wiring something or other and the furnace guy is coming and on and on... My basement is my studio/sewing room, I spread out. Sometimes I have something drying, or laid out awaiting a creative solution and then my husband comes along and sometimes he needs to use that something for not the right thing. Like the time I had my good towels out because I was adding some embroidery to them, and he needed something to wipe the caulking with off his hands. Towels ruined. So whenever he plans an activity I have to go down there and remove all things that might be collateral damage. Well I get so easily distracted. I sat down to have lunch and switched on the tube. And there he was King Arthur.
You know I had to finish watching. I've rationalized my break by varnishing a painting while I view.
I've always thought there should be a happier ending. Brings to mind the song Torn between Two Lovers. Who would you choose? Now you see why I can't be "hiding" cleaning up the studio.
So now my varnishing is on it's way, and I'm sorting out the pattern library. So all in all maybe I'm not so bad.