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My husband casually gave me the best possible [unsolicited] compliment the other day. He teases me all the time about living in "Heidi's world" which is full of rainbows and unicorns and vanilla bean ice cream. A world where refunds are plentiful- every business is respectful - everyone does the right thing. All this time I thought he was mocking me,so I just smiled and rolled with it. But the other day he told me that my belief in humanity is so strong that it is as if the sunshine follows me as I drive around town.
As if the clouds part to let me pass.
Today, the first day of summer break, I drove through the rain to the neurologist to learn that I need to start taking seizure meds and that I can not drive for at least six months.
I'm feeling a bit bummed out.
My brain feels like mush.
Everything looks foggy and I'm dumb as rocks.
I want to take his compliment to heart and be positive.
Looks like I'll get more sewing time (albeit slow and labored).
It is possible I'll get thinner (!!!)
I won't have to go to anyone's pampered chef/tupperware/jewelry party.
So please bear with me.
I'll be posting slower than I'd like with way more typos and grammar errors. (I'm usually a pretty good speller ((just wrote spleler)) but this whole ((pst)) post was underlined in red.)
--I've got a few finished kids outfits and need to photograph them and get them posted. This will be a good experiment to test pattern difficulty. I'll be anyone's pattern tester to see if a pattern can be completed by a post seizure brain.
-- Maybe I'll host a seizure induced sewing series and you can send in your project that made you nutty. I foresee dizzying fabrics and rip your hair out projects.
--Oh, stay tuned for a Scout Sews post coming up. She made a sewing tutorial. Such a funny kid.
And to wrap things up- the opposite of a compliment.... a total tease.
Izzy: Mom, better run through the rain. It might cause a seizure!