Remember the story of the tailor who made himself a belt saying “Nine in One Blow” just because he swatted nine flies?
Well – the other day I thought of him/the story as I inserted my third inset in five minutes.
I do smile when I think about my first year, few months of inserting the insets.
Now – not a big deal, usually. Back at the beginning? I was petrified!
First one popped in and I knew it was an owie – a real owie, owie.
So I took it out. Slapped on a band aid. Popped in another one.
Oh good – no owies – Wrong! As I walked to the kitchen it hurt, hurt, hurt.
Just touching it hurt.
So I took it out. And the hole proceeded to bleed and bleed and bleed.
The third one was “the” charm
I still have a really ugly bruise from the first one.
And – this blogging thing has taken me places I never thought I’d go.
So here’s a photo of two band aids and an inset.
And finally… I love reading everyone’s posts, seeing lots of the photos from FFL. It all looked like wonderful fun with wonderful friends. I love knowing all of you. I hate that we had to meet. But, aren’t we lucky?