I was happily quilting along. Cutting up some fabric for a new project. I was concentrating really hard at a fussy cut strip of Bugs in a Jar. And then, yep, a random quilting accident. Yep indeed. Rotary cutter met me finger. Blech! I ran upstairs and hollered that I had cut my finger. Husband jumped into first aid mode. I am known as a complete and utter baby with blood. I don't know how many times I almost fainted. I couldn't even think straight. I told Husband that I kept seeing "stots." Ya. Stars and dots all at once.
Anyway, the short of the long story is that I have sliced off the tip of my left pointer finger quite neatly. Not all of it. Just a fair chunk. I was not getting enough sympathy from Husband until he found the bit (chunk) next to my rotary cutter. Ew!!!!!!
I am now having to endure all manner of finger jokes. Husband is quite the wit let me tell you. Apparently I am to be glad I am not a waitress. Yep. No tip. Ha, ha.
Moral of the story... be careful people! This really hurts!!!! I am finished sewing for the day. I will not return to the scene of the crime. I might see more... stots!