is supposed to be a good thing, right?
You put things away, neaten up, make it nice? Then warn guests not to open the closet door, don't look under the bed, and stay out of the office?
Why then, is it so hard to find things that have been put away?
I have been searching all day for my UFO/WIP stash. It's missing.
I know GOOD and WELL that I have a lot more stuff in progress than this. This is not a theory: I'm missing some of them that I know are in the house. I will have to search this weekend.
I am trying to consolidate all my WIPs and UFOs into that lovely rolling cart thing. It's time to start keeping track of and finishing them. There is one I'm pondering getting rid of, but I'm not sure. It's RTF's Sleepy Hollow, and I don't really like it anymore. Not like I LURVE Cricket Collection's version. But I'm not sure. Maybe in a month or so, I'll like it again. I'm fickle. Life in Crazyville will do that to you.
I'm seriously thinking about doing the UFO project next year. It's tempting, but I do worry that there was a valid reason I abandoned each of these projects. And there is a certain part of me that desperately craves cracking open a fresh new retail chart, untouched by my hands, and stitching on it, especially when I opened a drawer this afternoon and found a bunch of little charts. AAACKKKK! I'm still working out the logistics: Do I offer myself a certain amount of fresh starts? Scatter them in a manner, say, 3 finishes lets one new start in? Allow ornament-sized new starts? It's giving me something to think about.
Decisions, decisions . . .