Well, it Seemed Like a Good Idea . . .

Put your jammies on, get something to drink and snack on, and settle in for a fun-filled Friday night of sewing. Sound good? That's what the monthly Friday Night Sew Ins are all about.

I drove home from work tonight, through the pouring rain, stopping only at the McDonald's drive thru to pick up a quick dinner. I've never had a Shamrock Shake, but I read a review of them yesterday that made them sound like the best thing on Earth--better, even, than the suddenly-viral restaurant critic's review of Olive Garden.

I got home and parcelled out our meals while Hubby and I caught up on American Pickers. The Shamrock Shake was okay. The fries were better. Mike and Frank found some good deals on rusty guy stuff. It was a blast.

True to the Friday Night Sew In credo, I took a bath and put my jammies on. I gathered up my dirty laundry and put it in the hamper. I checked emails. And then I drug my feet a little more for good measure before gathering up Stitch, the cat, and heading into the Sweat Shop.

What to do?

Heidi says preparation is key to having a successful FNSI, and she's right. I hadn't prepared anything. I thought maybe tidying away the few things that were left from other projects would get the creative juices flowing.

I put together the little wool kit for the winner of the bunny wrap, but once I finished that, I ran out of steam. Or maybe I ran out of steam when I sat down on the couch with Frank, Mike, and Ronald McDonald--after that, all I had left was a little sputter and hiss.

I give up. It's still raining outside, and that makes me think the evening's better spent curled up in bed with a Janet Evanovich book and maybe a cup of tea. Tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day and I have another quilt show excursion to go on with my friends. This FNSI is a bust, but maybe I'll work up another head of steam by tomorrow.