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17 June 2009

Freaking out and venting.

I am on the last little bit of my lions, the blob of blue half stitches off to the side. It has gotten me cranky and freaking out. This must be done so that it can be washed, ironed and at my LNS on Saturday, along with several other projects. If not, it will not be ready for August. And that will make me mighty angry. I am not going to make it. I swear, I won't. Not with me working tomorrow and Friday at my PT job, plus my regular work.

Not that I'm not trying. SO made dinner for us last night so I could work; I went out in the kitchen and got, "I got this covered, go finish your project!" ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH. I was up til 11 last night, stitching, and then went to bed. I got to work 15 minutes early and just sat in the parking lot, stitching. Usually I leave the radio on, but the people on Cosmo Radio were arguing over something stupid, and I didn't feel like listening to it any longer. They've been upsetting me lately anyway, but my local station was playing their version of "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" and that gets tiring, so I ended up listening. Anyway, I turned it off. Probably better. I find half-stitching to be difficult anyway. I think it's because I have a long run of stitching, but can't stop and cross every 10th X like I do normally. It's nerve-wracking, so I have to focus. It's my crazy manifesting.

I have come to a decision that I must not put myself in this situation next year for the fair. SO tried to tell me to do a little better planning last year, when I was running around last minute, but I didn't listen because I was convinced that my panic was due more to me spending the last three days before the entry date doing basically everything BUT getting ready: dental appointment for my makeover, hair cut, going to the beach for the day to relax and center myself. What was I thinking?
And then I goofed around this year, and didn't take my stuff for framing when I would have gotten the birthday discount. I guess I was laboring under the misconception that 10% off framing wasn't enough to make it worth my while? Now I'd kill for 10% off. If any of you are born in June, can you meet me at my LNS on Saturday with your driver's license? I'll love you forever and buy you some linen!

I promise, going forward, this will change. I will start getting my things framed or finished in a timely manner, even if it means less stitching. I can handle it, I'm a big girl. Finishing makes me happy, too. This year, there will be no playing around before fair drop-off; no hair appointments, only dental appointments if it's an emergency and, if there isn't an outlet for a hot glue gun, a table for crafting, and A/C, I am not going to the beach til my stuff is entered, and that's final. I can not be this crazy 2 months before the fair. It isn't good for my blood pressure or my well-being. It isn't good for SO. And my stitching suffers.

Yick.

2 comments:

Annie said...

I think you need to take a deep breath. Try to put this all in perspective and calm down a bit. I know this is important to you, but not to the extent of damaging your health!

Sorry I'm an October baby, not a June one or I'd try to help you out.

Bronny said...

((((( HUGS ))))))

(and get off the blog and get stitching!!!!)

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls