The Honest Truth

I have been beside myself with pride since I read the world famous dottie angel blog last night and saw that Tif called me an angel of the Hidden variety (don't laugh Mom). The guilt started to creep in this morning though, when I realized that I'm a bit of a fraud really, not able to handle this balancing act at all very well. Lest anyone get the mental picture that I float around my perfectly clean house in my spotless apron carrying a feather duster before sitting down to my meticulously organized sewing table and running the machine while the birds chirp at my shoulder, then pulling my perfectly ironed work clothes out of my well organized closet before magically floating off to work to save the world in my electric car. I feel it necessary to burst your bubble, and paint a more accurate picture.

I'm writing this in a hurry so I won't be late for work (I have to leave in 8 minutes), I'm half-dressed, my hair's tied in a knot on my head, and my pants are in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. I spent this weekend working feverishly at the laundry so I felt like I was accomplishing something domestic while simultaneously making 4 more Qubicle Quilts for Etsy. Said clean laundry is currently in a pile on the couch in the living room that I affectionately call "laundry mountain". I live in fear (I said it before, but it's honestly true) of unannounced guests, and have been known to shove dirty pans in the oven for the illusion of cleanliness. I haven't brushed my teeth yet today (I will), but I've put a new item on etsy and now posted on my blog. Priorities!