Well, I had really hoped to be further along this evening, but had to do some damage control with regard to our housing bid. It was accepted (YAY!), but there is a bit of a snag (NAY!), so I've been on the phone with lendors and realtors all day long.
I did manage to get around to ironing all the fabric for Little Miss' flower girl dress. I had kept forgetting to get it in the washing machine, but now it's pressed and ready to be cut. Good thing too . . . I'm going to need something to immerse myself in for the next 2 weeks while I wait on eggshells to see if this deal is really going to go through.
I never thought I would say this, but ironing can be really therapeutic in these situations. As long as you're ironing pretty fabric that you intend to make into something lovely, and you're not ironing laundry. Ironing laundry is decidedly NOT therapeutic. Which is why I never do it.
Anyone else in the ups and downs of a home-buying situation? I am in need of some moral support and the iron is only getting me so far!