Mr Myrtle&Eunice has, for the last two weeks, performed miraculous feats of simultaneous parenting, housekeeping (well, ok, let's be slightly real here), washing, meal preparation, and school taxiing with the minimum of angst and a commendable degree of humour. He has another two weeks before my current working-from-home commitments are over. But get this: today work granted me freedom and leaving the Mr to it, I SWANNED OFF TO THE STITCHES AND CRAFT SHOW. BY MYSELF. Footloose, fancy free AND with his blessing. What a guy. And, oh, how I'll pay.*
But I am bad-er than that. Quite an expensive day, if you factor in the forfeiture of the freelance work and then add the cost of a subscription to this:
plus the woolly goodness here:
and then the can't-live-without-'em-but-not-yet-sure-what-to-do-with-'em fabrics here:
throw in an inevitable button or six:
and then attend a workshop on the way out:
Bad. And so loving it.
* Payment Instalment One: He's at the movies, as I type.
Oh, and those delicious fabrics can be found here, here, and here.