As the title suggests, I have just done a really stupid thing. Over the past few months I have been doing a lot of hand finishing, including stitching down bindings, beading, couching yarn, etc. The other day, I was able to proudly show DH the new callus that had developed on the pad of my middle finger - the one I use to aim the needle with. I even bragged that the callus would make hand stitching easier, and that he wouldn't hear me cursing in pain any more, as I could no longer stab myself with the needle in that spot (newer, improved super tough Quilter's skin).
Apparently, the bragging and self congratulations cursed me. Today, I was absently picking at a bit of rough skin, and managed to rip off the callus without even realizing what I was doing! Not only that, but I ripped of enough skin that my needle guiding finger is now not even usable for typing! There is an open wound where I once had a proud and handy callus! Let me tell you, snacking on nachos is not fun with a raw fingertip. Aargh!
Now I have to choose - either cover the finger with rubber cement and get on with finishing the current projects (all of which are in the hand sewing stage), or start something more fingertip friendly. Or, smack myself soundly and call myself an idiot. With a sore finger. Sigh.