Making Big Plans or Sunday Sewing in the Sunshine

Waking up at 7:30 and making coffee, taking Sadie out, wandering back into my sewing/studio I think about the day ahead of me.   I am going to change my work habits in the new year. I am going to start earlier and go to the studio first. Then later at noon I am going to turn the computer on and take a break, eat lunch and answer email then I will go back to my sewing.

Short of making up a time card and punching it, I will try my hardest to FOCUS. I am not making a resolution, I always break them. I am going to make this a HABIT. My friend Amanda says it takes 30 days of repetition to make a habit. I am going to make it work.I get so LOST. I fragment my days with cleaning, cooking, random dog activities, grocery shopping or laundry. I am going to start in my sewing room and then at about 4,  stop and walk away and go do some chores until Fred comes home. Usually I start one thing and then work on it until I complete it or hit a snag.

Like the chenille swing jacket for my Sister Laura. I think I put the pockets on too low, so there it is, in a pile on the guest room bed, or moved to rest on top of the big box o'stuffin. I glare at it as I walk by and my inner critic sarcastically reminds me that I never finish anything. After mentally putting the arsenic of silence in her tea, I go back and work on something else.I am a Gypsy Artist. Loading my caravan to burst with all manner of supplies and tools and ideas. I wander about giving birth to this or that and never the same thing twice.

Next year I will have a plan.
Dolls on Monday & Tuesday.
Aprons on Wed & Thursday.
Random Friday.
Saturdays I might wander downtown like I did yesterday with my new BFF Sue Handman.
We went for lunch and then junking in the Antique District.
Next time I am bringing the camera. We went to Picasso Moon where the owner Deb sweetly assures me that even I can learn to knit, then we went to see PS, I Love You.
I cried for 3/4 of the movie.
Poor Sue.
What a sweet/sad/charming/life affirming love story.
Gerry Butler is so McDreamy and just watching him sing is enough reason to see this movie. I would pack some Kleenex in my purse, however.

So, back to work, like the dwarves, singing merrily. Thank you all for coming along on another journey with me. Soon, I will be sharing some of my happy achievements with you that are coming about in the New Year.