I like to have a vague outline for my weekends. I try not to get too specific, because spontaneity doesn’t like bulleted lists. My foggy vision of what this past weekend would include was sort of like this: Friday, spend some time at the bench, and get a couple of loads of laundry thrown in. Saturday, while Scott is at the Rutgers game, get the house straightened up so that cleaning can happen, so that holiday decorating can happen. Make three different cookie batters. Sunday, bake said cookies and celebrate my dear MIL’s milestone birthday.
Here’s what happened instead:
I made a commissioned piece for a cousin’s wife
I blew bubbles on the deck
I made some flannel flowers
This picture happens to be the front and back of the same flower that I made into a pin for my MIL.
I made an ass-load of cookies
I celebrated my MIL’s birthday.
Not bad, not bad at all.
One caveat- Christmas Eve is coming, whether I have my act together or not. Ummm, welll, uh, yeah. Did I mention I go to PA next weekend to visit my goddaughter and her family? Yeah, my time management skills have obviously not improved over this year. Or maybe I have decided that I need to savor the little joys that are there if you just slow down long enough to blow bubbles on the back deck, you know?
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