I'm still laughing about Monday evening, but as the week progresses I'm becoming less happy. Yesterday I arrived at Emma's French Immersion Info meeting as everyone was leaving. Turns out the secretary gave me the wrong time so I missed it. Sigh. I guess I should have called to confirm. This could be the most important decision we make about her education and I can't get to the meeting on time. The Principal was really nice and took the time to talk to me, giving me enough information for me to sign her up on the spot. But I still felt rather dumb.
At least when I got home there was tea and cookies and Rogue. I finally started! Here's my lovely progress:
But, I think I messed up the sleeve increases and will have to rip all the way back to the hem turning row. I could list a string of swear words here, but I'll spare you that. I just wrote to Jenna to see if I messed up. It won't be a major trauma since I got to practice some new techniques and I will do better the next time. See, I'm trying to be optimistic. I'm just staying away from flammable objects until my luck changes.
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