Like a Lost Little Lamb

Now that all my stuff was turned in to the fair--which was an irritation at best, and I lost my cool when the girl who was checking me in tried to jam a t-pin in a framed entry--and it's out of my hands, I feel sorta lost. Don't wanna work on M'deer right now because I am doing a lot of backstitching, and I am just not in a backstitching mood. But I don't really know what I want to work on. I pulled floss for the new Imaginating 4 Seasons Quilt Cats, but I don't even really want to do that right now, and I even, HALLELUJAH, have the floss I need for Summer Quilt Cat, which is shocking. Last night, after I finished making dinner, I just went in and read for a while. I can't remember the last time I did that.

I don't think I am burned out. I just think it's been a very stressful week for me, and now I have to wait to find out what happened. I've eaten, breathed, and done cross stitch and I'm just a little worn out right now. And I am so worried that my things won't do well at the county level, and that will just kill me. I can say this now, because this is my blog and I don't have to be PC. I want to win Best of Show for HOHRH. It didn't matter before, it matters now. I can not have worked on that for over two years, and get nothing for it.

I realize I am just panicking. Tired and panicking. The lady who was the head of the department came out and said she had to meet me. I take that as a good sign that I did a good job. I am trying to think positively. Thank God I do not show dogs. I would be a wreck like this all the time.