Crafting is dangerous business :)

I decided to work on something crafty today...use up some supplies that my Pops had sent me...damn pom poms. I was actually getting a good start and things were going smoothly....until I poked the hell out of my finger and it started bleeding. It went down hill from there....everything I touched craft-wise has gone to shit. I can't seem to get back into the swing of things. I lost my mojo, muse or whatever the heck you want to call it. Maybe it was a sign from the Gods to get back to the laundry. :) Never...I refuse.....that's back breaking work...I think I prefer the finger poking work. If Clark is feeling better tonight....I'll see if he can take a few photos for me...so that I can update the shop (with vintage items....I'm not attempting anything that needs cutting or assembling). Smoochy poo (Billy) is here...I think I'll go torture him.