It was a pretty quiet weekend. Maybe it was too quiet. By Saturday afternoon, I found myself in a mental funk. Everything I had attempted to do was not cooperating, internet was out, taxes were taxing, traffic was chaos, spent a good deal of the day chauffeuring my daughter about while her car is waiting on body parts from her wreck last week. A Saturday should not be a day of drudgery.
So, I took a step back. Had a glass of wine, took a deep breath and vowed to have a more productive day on Sunday.
Sunday morning was sunny and warm for February. My dear husband made breakfast. Down the stairs I go to do laundry and play in my workroom. I added the casters to both sewing desks and organized my wallpaper by scale. I may actually be able to find wallpaper when I actually need it and not come across it accidentally six months later. Amazing! I used my label maker and label the shelves with wallpaper. Then, heady with my accomplishment, I organized both sewing desks! Insanity! I can find my extra bobbins and needles and was amazed with how many I had bought. Fabric was organized by color and type. Labels were made and adhered.
I feel rejuvenated. Anything is possible. I can dream the impossible dream and gasp -finish a project. So I sit myself down and start working on my 1” inch scale “Ivy Cottage” from the E-3 2002 President’s Retreat in Atlanta. Yes, I said it; I’ve been working on this stupid, little box since 2002. I finish my wiring, and miracle of miracle, it works! I cover the outside of the box and VOILA, a finished project!
So, I took a step back. Had a glass of wine, took a deep breath and vowed to have a more productive day on Sunday.
Sunday morning was sunny and warm for February. My dear husband made breakfast. Down the stairs I go to do laundry and play in my workroom. I added the casters to both sewing desks and organized my wallpaper by scale. I may actually be able to find wallpaper when I actually need it and not come across it accidentally six months later. Amazing! I used my label maker and label the shelves with wallpaper. Then, heady with my accomplishment, I organized both sewing desks! Insanity! I can find my extra bobbins and needles and was amazed with how many I had bought. Fabric was organized by color and type. Labels were made and adhered.
I feel rejuvenated. Anything is possible. I can dream the impossible dream and gasp -finish a project. So I sit myself down and start working on my 1” inch scale “Ivy Cottage” from the E-3 2002 President’s Retreat in Atlanta. Yes, I said it; I’ve been working on this stupid, little box since 2002. I finish my wiring, and miracle of miracle, it works! I cover the outside of the box and VOILA, a finished project!
Now, I’m nervous - the whole thing was simple and pain free. I was able to complete this a little too easily and a little too quickly. All my supplies were where they belonged. Scissors were together, glue in its proper place, papers neatly stacked. I had wasted no time wandering about the house gathering supplies together or going to the store to buy a duplicate of something I already owned. Do I dare tempt fate and try it again?!
Giggling foolishly, I pick up my Oval Office from the September Houseparty and began covering my couches. The silk did not ravel. I managed to not get more glue on me than on the couches. Accessories were placed easily and except for a half second when I couldn’t find the tiny glass stopper for the decanter all went smoothly. (The darn thing is so tiny; I couldn’t see it in the box!)
Two, count them, two finished projects in one day with no cursing involved. I knew then I had to stop while I was ahead. It was fairly early in the afternoon and I had the time to work on my Christmas box but no way was I going to tempt fate again. I put my tools away (so I can actually find them next time) and went to watch some TV. Drat, darn cable is out. That’s okay, with my new attitude I can watch a DVD.
Who knows, this clean workroom thing may actually have an impact on my ability to finish projects and my life in general. I may become productive and finish those projects that have been lying about and begging me to finish them. All the parts and accessories gathering dust as they patiently wait. Tonight I may even dare to work on my Christmas box.
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LOVING your blogs! I need to get into this myself, but alas, I'm not as eloquent as you, dear sister, and I very well could be picked up by the guys in white jackets and carried away if I wrote what goes through my brain! ha. But there is a lot to say and very few people "get me", but I'm thinking it would be therapeutic to write it and put it out there and I'm also thinking I'm rambling even as I speak! : ) I love you, girl. Your talents and abilities far surpass the rest of us.
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