What this tells me is that I really need to get a hobby.
Oh wait! I do have a hobby! Stitching! From the looks of it, though, you'd think that I had packed it all in and hadn't put thread to needle in months. Sure feels that way, but I'm feeling a little better about it now that I read that so many of you too are in a stitchy schlumpafunk.
measley, lousy, pitiful little progress on Rainforest Crunch
In order to snap out of it, methinks I will pull all of the WIP's out of their basket and lay them out on the guest bed like I did last year. That seemed to help quite a bit in the "what the heck do I stitch now department", so I'm willing to give it a try. Anything to feel like I'm not a big "The Book Group" watching blob every night. (Have you seen that show? On Ovation? About two or three years old?). Between that and "Be Good Johnny Weir" it's a wonder my brain hasn't rotted right out of my head.
Stewey is peeved at me today. Every time I go into the kitchen to talk to the bread he gets pissy and stomps off to the family room. I think he's hatching a plot.
"She thinks what I do to the drapes is ugly....wait till she sees what I come up with for that damn bread."
That would be the goings on for a sunny Tuesday here in Hoosierville, kids! Stay tuned for more bread news at 11!