LIST SCHMIST

Well, firstly, may I just say a big fat teary thank you for all of your concern regarding my ennui of late? Yes, I promise that all will be well again soon and that all of the appropriate authorities are on board, so please don't cry for me, Argentina. I am strong like bull.

Just a bull that's a little on the comatose side. That's all.

So about this list thing....

In my mis-spent youth, I was quite a list writer. As a matter of fact, if I could have figured out how to have done it, I would have written lists for a living. Sadly, this never came to be, so I was left to enjoying list scribbling as a hobby only. But what a hobby it was! I wrote my heart out on these lists, and can remember the smug satisfaction I felt as I crossed and crossed and crossed all of the items on the list as I plowed my way through life.

Now....not so much.

I didn't write lists for a very long time, but after witnessing Aunt Chrissy's success with them last year, I decided to give it a try. You see, at the beginning of the warm weather last year, Aunt Chrissy wrote a list of all of the stuff that she wanted to get done around her house. Things like painting and landscaping, and garage cleaning. All of the stuff that a responsible homeowner would do to make their little castle perfectly perfect in every way. The amazing thing is that she tackled this list with a grim determination that didn't relent until the very last thing was complete.

I was so proud of her I couldn't stand it.

My lists aren't quite that ambitious. As a matter of fact, I just wrote "empty the damn dishwasher already", followed by "check to see if Stewey has run away from home because he hasn't been seen or heard from since tea and toast this morning". What can I say? I'm pacing myself it would seem.

I've thought about starting a stitchy list, but I'm pretty sure that would just send me right back under the covers. There are at least seven hundred and ninety four projects that I'd like to complete before the SpringTide is over, and once the London Olympics start, I just know that I'm going to be jonesing for something USA'ish, so the mind already starts to whir. I suppose that I could write a list of all of the new techniques I like to learn (like wool applique), and then I could find a class or a kit that would teach me said technique on a rainy afternoon. But that would mean that I might have to put shoes on and leave the house, and we all know how THAT will end up, so methinks my stitchy list should just say "stitch".

What's on your lists? Do you set goals or jot down reminders? What about stitchy shopping lists? Do you head to your LNS armed with a list of stuff you want to purchase, or do you just let the wind take you wherever it may?

I guess that's a lot of heavy thinking for a Tuesday. Maybe it's time to tuck myself into the happy chair for a little afternoon needle-poking session. I've got Plum Street Sampler's "A Handwork's Pace" all q-snapped up and ready to go, so I'm thinking that this might be a good day for a new start! Woo Hoo!