Darn frigging frog

I miscounted on Sunday and didn't pick it up until last night, after I had done an entire sheep, the fence and the hedge. Son of a . . . . I am so furious at myself. I started unpicking everything to get it fixed. I know I don't have to do this, but I am a perfectionist, and if I know the flaw is there, it just won't work.

This really messes a lot of stuff up. I am going to Kentucky for work in the next week or two (at least that is what they told me, this could change) and will be there for a month. It's not something that I can turn down, it's good for my career, and who knows what potential career path it could put me on that would help out my family. But, realistically, at least in terms of my summer goals, it's going to be hard. This pushes up my deadline to get things stitched to have them ready for the fair. I know that's a small detail in the broad scheme of life, but I love the fair, and I know that they rely on people exhibiting to keep the fair from being just the midway and the commercial building. But it makes it so crazy for me. I was running around the house last night, trying to figure out where I stashed everything. Fortunately, I found most of the finished pieces, and as soon as I figure out when I am leaving, I am taking a day off to get all my stuff over to the framer. But having to unpick the sheep potentially puts me a day behind in finishing the sheep. ARRRRGH.

I know how this is going to end. I will spend the four weeks of evenings on my TDY in my hotel room, with a glue gun and exacto knife, and some pre-made frames, framing stuff for the fair. If I am crabby for the next month, I apologize. One bright spot, there's a Hobby Lobby in Central Kentucky, and they have kick-butt frames, so I will at least have nice frames.


I wonder if things like this happen to the people who exhibit sheep?