Make-it through Monday

While Katie has been out fording Niagara Falls, swimming the English Channel and climbing Mount Everest, I feel like I've been napping. Egads, it's been a whole week and I haven't done so well here (or anywhere really). There are piles of stuff everywhere and even things that are "put-away" are in weird spots. (You mean you don't store the extra paper towels in your bedroom?!) I have completed no projects and started no projects.  I suppose I should list the things I have done rather than complain about the things I haven't, yes? Sunny side and all that crap. Well the kitchen is functioning at about 70% organized completion. (Don't go in the pantry.) The dishwasher is still not functioning, but we did buy a new one. (That wont arrive until the middle of December, cough.) The living room isn't empty. (Although it still looks pretty much like it is.) Chris has closet space for the first time since he left his parent's house. The breakfast room has a table again. (Alas, no chairs, oh well we'll stand and nosh!) And I feel like I'm blogging here just to procrastinate on all the other things I have to do. Well Katie said she'd help me with some things -- I hope she doesn't come to regret those words!



My craft space has moved, but that is both a problem and a delight. It's good because look at those windows! Lovely, right? And a tile floor is far easier to clean than carpet. It's not so good because I have squirreled so much weird stuff away into the corners of the room it used to share with the guest room that I don't know quite how to organize the whole thing. Since the two rooms are separate now, Carl and Katie won't have to sleep amongst Katie and my mess when the arrive. (on Thursday. . .in 4 days. . .tear) The blue room (which is another name for the guest room) still needs to be completely de-craft-ified and I have to wash those sheets.

Since Katie and Carl are staying in the blue room, I need to prep the black room so our other friends Liz and Andrew can stay there. Isn't it all high class that our rooms are identified by the color of their walls?  This is the house I grew up in, but the bedrooms have gotten all mixed around over time so it's less confusing to identify them that way rather than to say J.'s old bedroom/J.'s new bedroom, etc. Well anyhow one of those full grown men I mentioned previously lives in the black room and he is not known for his cleanliness. (He only sleeps there part time, the rest of the time he sleeps on the floor of the den upstairs, yeah I don't understand it either and he's my 20 year old brother, so I don't ask.) That's all probably waaaaay too much information, and more like my to-do list rather than a blog entry, oh well.  If you've suffered through it this long, kudos to you.



And I absolutely MUST start my dress today. You know the one I was so excited about here. Well it hasn't really progressed much past that stage.  I did a tissue fitting and I need a full bust adjustment, which has mentally waylaid me about as much as this complete house chaos has. Curse my ample bosoms! I have to cut the pieces today and bead-ify them.  (But in order to do both of those things I need the craft space to be in some semblance of use-able-ness.)





Oh and I found this lovely leaf. I think I will leave you to meditate on the fact that I took the time to photograph a dead leaf while I'm feeling panicked for time.  It must say something about me as a person.