Sunday morning after breakfast I decided to weave a little on my latest obsession. It was a perfect spring day for creative play.
I ran back to our bedroom to get my glasses so I could see what in the heck I was doing. While there, I noticed that my computer was snoozing on my desk.
I checked email and my Facebook account, and my WordPress account. Then I noticed I needed to make the bed.
As I was gathering dirty clothes to put in the laundry basket after making the bed, It was clear that I really needed to get rid of some clothing items.
I went through our main closet and made a stack to go to Goodwill and a stack to go to my art closet for future projects. While I was at it, I decided I really should just clean out the other closet where our winter clothes are stored.
While delivering items to the art closet, the Goodwill box, and the laundry room, I noticed the coat rack in the den.
It was 3 deep in jackets and coats and scarves. Since it is already hitting 80 degrees these days, I figured I better just get those items ready for storage. All fleece items and scarves went to the laundry room to be washed.
Laundry. Oh yes. I needed to do our laundry. So, I sorted and did 2 tubs.
On my way from the laundry room to the kitchen, I noticed the sink of dishes.
While splashing in the water doing dishes, I realized it was plant watering day.
So, I watered all my houseplants.
As I went by Alli’s room with the watering pail, I thought of how I wanted to bake her a cake and mail it to her this week.
So, back to the kitchen to whip up a cake.
By then it was lunch time.
We had lunch.
I did dishes again.
Oh, and the cake was out of the oven, so I got it ready to mail. While doing so, I saw one of my finished weaving projects which reminded me…
I went back for my glasses.
They were sitting by the clock. It was time to get ready for date night.
It’s now Thursday.
I haven’t touched that weaving in a week.
But here is something I actually completed recently.
This poor chair has been sitting on my parents back porch for years gaining its natural rustic look. It belonged to Dad’s parents and I actually remember it from earlier days when it sat in my grandmother’s home in Alabama. Back then it had a cane seat. Dad gave it to me recently when I got the itch to re-weave the seat with cloth.
It was a fun project, carried out in my favorite studio.
And always remember, being random is okay as long as you aren’t choosing a spouse.
P.S. Happy Spring!