Working Wednesdays: The Work Never Ends

Krissie was here and we spent the week cleaning my living room.  It’s still not cleared out.  That’s how bad it is.  But it’s BETTER.  And Krissie has a car full of yarn, and I can see the floor.  I also took some of my WiPs (Works in Progress) and gave them to Krissie, frogged them, or threw them out.  I still have baskets of them, but the ones that are left now are the ones I want to finish.  Goal for today: Get the dining room table off the front patio.   BIg Plans.

How was your work week?

Working Wednesdays: Finally, It’s Fallish

So it’s considerably cooler this week, and I’m considerably more in the mood to work.  I realize it’s still August, but once the temps are back in the 60s and 70s, my thoughts turn to Getting Things Done.

What are you Getting Done this week? (Or Got Done last?)

 

 

OK, here I am, chiming in.  Let’s see if I’ve got some sewing room photos.  Jeesh!  There’s nothing on this computer.  Oh, well.  Here are my sewing duties.  Put new binding on a dress and a top (I took the old binding off and changed the shoulder seems so the neckline wouldn’t be so loose.  I have narrow shoulders and with plus sizes they tend to upsize everything, including the shoulders.  Though actually I’m wearing a lot of non-plus size clothes nowadays).  I need to sandwich at least three quilts – the farmyard one (fabric bought the day I learned I had to have a hysterectomy in 5 days – lots of years ago) and the batik quilt, made from a jelly roll Jenny got me, and Alex’s flannel quilt, which might need one more border.  I’ve got backing and batting for each – I just have to get it together).  Then put gussets in the mismarked skirt and and dress..  Gotta dig out my poor machine first.  Here’s a reminder of the sewing room.

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Working Wednesdays Are a Lot of Work

I have a ton of work to do today because I blew off yesterday–spent the day with my grandkids and–and blew Monday on the latest season of Midsommer Murders.   Mostly I’m doing things while waiting for impeachment, but at least I’m doing things.  I may even have figured out a way to do my ceilings in the workroom and bedroom.

So what have you been up to, working wise?

Working Wednesday: Practice Shots

When I write a book, I think the scenes first.  I stare into space and watch the scene form, telling myself the story.  I’ve been doing that for twenty years, but it wasn’t until this week that I realized that I do the same thing with house projects.  

I’ve been looking at the windows in my bedroom for months, having decided to put shelves up there.  I put the shelves up in my head dozens of times, working out how to give the curtains room to move while keeping the shelves solid, figuring out how long they have to be–the bottom one has to be long enough to go across the whole room (which is under eight feet wide), the top one has to be shorter because there’s a lamp on the bottom one–how much room I need to leave at the ends for my giant daisies and power cords, how to line them up with the window framing.   It’s the same thing with my kitchen: I’d used two different storage units on the counters toward the front of the house and they bothered me, a lot.  I’ve now figured out how to replace them and get the look I want while still keeping them sturdy enough to hold bowls and canisters because I kept staring at that wall and putting up new shelves in my head.

Which reminded me of something I read about basketball once: that players who practiced foul shots mentally did as well or better on making actual foul shots as the players who practiced by actually throwing the ball at the net.   So I figure that’s what I’m doing, taking practice shots.

Or procrastinating.  It’s hard to tell the difference.

How did your work week go?

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All About You (Krissie)

I’m finally ready to move ahead on the book after absolutely months of rewriting. It would have been faster to write a whole new book, but I’ve loved this unusual (for me) process. I was so excited I almost forgot refab.

I’m excited about Working Wednesdays, but I’m doing so many interesting things I’m probably going to throw them up (not literally) at other times as well. I just passed day 201 of studying Danish (I’m using Duolingo as well as a number of other programs and Duolingo keeps track). Been working on my sewing room, attempting some order in the bedroom (you can barely walk through it) plus writing. I’m getting a little discouraged about the weather here – I’d just like it to reach 80, fer gawd’s sake! I want to float in my pool but it’s too effing cold! My floatie died and I got a new one from Amazon. Looks great, doesn’t it? And I’ve got one of those blow up pools, about 4 feet deep, with a ladder. Now I knew getting on that sucker was going to be difficult, so I climbed two steps up the ladder and tried to fling my leg over. Next thing I knew I was under water with the floatie on top of me. Mama don’t like going under water. I had my iPhone in a water-proof bag that wasn’t completely waterproof (I was listening to an old Georgette Heyer). Undaunted (though with water up my nose), I climbed up on the ladder again, flung my leg over and … you guessed it. I’m looking forward to watching Richie try to get on it but it was too cold for him yesterday. I think we’ll break 80 today.

Anyone who’s got extra energy could send out some healing light or prayer or whatever you do for my cousin Helen who’s going under the knife at 1 today. It’s not looking so good but I’m optimistic, or at least trying to be.

And I’ve been writing the loveliest book in my head about Tom Hiddleston. That man is just adorable, as far removed from my heroes as a human could be (though I use the actor part of him as hero material). The real man seems to be the kindest, sweetest man, and I’m doing this book in my head that would never work because all the tension is in the heroine, but damn, it’s fun! Also, a great way to fall asleep.

What’s on your agenda? I get to write!!!! I’m going to meditate for an hour at one (for my cousin) and float in the pool in the afternoon, and then write like mad the rest of the time. And that’s my plan for the week. At night I do a little work on my revamped sewing room, then I play the guitar and sing, study my Danish, listen to an audiobook, and then move on to  Hiddleston. My, it’s a good life (both kids are stable and content – no crises).

So what’s on your agenda? Who would you most like to f .. er, who would you be most likely to have sexual fantasies about if you didn’t have to be embarrassed or married or old or fat or skinny or whatever? If you could be anyone you want, and the love of your life wasn’t around, who would you choose?

I want answers! Surely I can’t be the only one who does this. Come on, don’t be shy. (And the person doesn’t have to be alive or old in your fantasies. I’d take James Dean in a flash). Or hey, if you’re feeling shy – who would you model your perfect hero on?

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