Musings on craft and the BHC
Last night, while watching Stargate Marathon Monday (because I am a geek and I love that show), I worked on the un-named project. I got another 15% done, so I’m up to 75% completion. I will definitely have this finished by this weekend, and will be able to get back to other things again.
I really need to finish the Pacific Northwest Shawl, so that will be the first thing I pick up. While the temptation to start something new is strong, I really must practice some self-control and knock some of the things from “In Progress” to “Completed”.
I’m starting down that slippery slope of craft hell, just like my mother. That woman has more unfinished projects than she’ll ever be able to finish. And she’s always been that way. My childhood memories are filled with sewing tables with half-finished dresses, quilts that need a backing, knit and crochet projects left to sit with their hooks and needles still in them.
I remember one time I got so tired of waiting for her to finish a gift of a latch hook rug for me that I ended up completing it myself. Same with the dress I wore to my Senior Dinner in highschool. If I’d waited for my Mom, I would have been wearing it with no zipper and pins in the hemline.
So, I try and I try not to go that route. But it’s hard when there are so many projects waiting to be tackled.
And I see Klumpen headed down that slope as well. She’s already dabbled in baking, cooking, sewing, crochet, knitting, soap making, candle making, sketching and painting. And like me, and my mother before me, she tends to flit from one project to another. It’s those damn defective crafty genes.
Mixed with the pack-rat genes, it’s a deadly combination.
And to TOH’s employer, from now on to be known as Big Health Conglomerate: Again with the non-paid overtime, people? Give the man a break. He had to go into the office yet again last night after working a full day. Fortunately he was home by midnight, but we’re running out of homelife.