I wake up and write a list of the things I need to do for that day.
Usually, that list starts with the words: Get up.
And then I get to do this immediately:
It sort of makes me feel like I've already accomplished one thing, so maybe I should keep going.
The next thing on that daily list is always: Eat breakfast.
Eat breakfast? Check.
In order I cross out:
D to Bus, J to school, O/A to Y
Some days, like mondays, I add:
And Mondays are the only day I get those two things done. So:
Then the rest of the day varies. Swim lessons, play with friends, go somewhere.
Three days of the week end like this:
A teach piano
For some reason, I never EVER cross those out, even though they are always done.
On my refrigerator, I usually have a list of projects that I'm working on:
Those project lists remind me that I have work to do. Lots of it. But instead of being productive, like my lists normally inspire me to be, the project list just sits there, gathering length.
The reason for this has to lay in the variable proximity of my sewing machine to a suitable work space, the availability of my materials and the organization thereof. Unfortunately, I have to store all my fabric, notions, patterns and other various crafting tools in large, plastic bins. The contents of those buckets get moved and moved and moved so often as I search through the rubble. It certainly does not help the discouraging organization.
I have a HUGE number of untold projects waiting for me to finnish.
I NEED to finnish them. Preferably before I die.
Drue helped me out in a big way, yesterday, inspiring me to DO the things I need to: He found a sewing table for me.
Correction: he found a used desk that was just sitting outside which is a perfect size for a sewing table for me.
BIG plus: it was free.
Since I'm talking about lists, here is a list of the things we have acquired for free:
A huge solid oak armoire for our TV, and movies
A desk chair
another desk chair
A refrigerator for his office
Many many many baby clothes and baby accessories.
A large sewing table
Oh, and my beautiful pair of Old Gringo Boots.
I feel like the Lord is keeping us well taken care of. Usually, we just have to wait for a bit.
But back to my table.
I now have a sewing table. One that I can LEAVE OUT. I don't have to put EVERYTHING away when I'm done using it.
On the contrary.
It sits and waits for me!
Fabric has been organized, properly folded, stored. Notions cleaned out and ordered. Cutting mats, rulers, tools, patterns- all have a home. They are still in boxes, don't get me wrong. But now the BOXES have a home. Right next to the sewing table.
This is exciting. I'm sure it will become a HUGE mess, but for now, it's ordered, clean, new.
Yes, that's the word.
The New Sewing Table.