9pm Friday
Feeling a bit squiffy. Hung shelves and drank draft cider. Woo, what a party animal I am. Not.
Now I am reading blogs. Yeah, dangerous.
My home is mostly clean. Clean compared to what it has been anyway. I can see the countertops. And I don’t think the fire department will condemn us, as there are clear paths to all the doors. Or at least, not that much stuff to leap around.
I need to make something. I have two UFOs (Unfinished Objects). A skirt that I cut out and then set the piece somewhere. And a bag, which is several pieces, rather complicated and made entirely from recycled materials (except for the thread). I even went so far to photograph it in progress. And yet it is not done. I decided to wash the slightly icky straps, thrifted from another bag, and hang shelves instead.
Bah. No glory. I smell like shelving and think DH is sound asleep somewhere around here.
