I am having a rest, so I thought we could have a chat. The apples are stewing, and the little cradle is half painted. The blanket I am crocheting is almost finished - just working on the edging - and there are half a dozen books half read. Are you getting the picture? Yes, I am firmly back in headless chicken mode. Starting one thing, then moving to the next etc etc etc and so help me, I will get them all finished today. Well, not the books, but the rest of the projects.
The little cradle is one my great-uncle made for me and my dolls when I was very small. I painted it and made bedding for Diana's dolls, and then I saw it in the far corner of the loft, and thought, right, I can paint it and make bedding for Missy's dolls too. So it and the apples are competing for space on the kitchen counter.
While I was washing the cradle, I took a good look at its construction and I really reckon it would be dead easy to make. Then I started thinking of making templates and firing up the scroll saw, and decided that I needed to retreat to a darkened room for a while as I was clearly losing my mind.
So here I am.
Did I mention that my wedding dress is draped over the airer in the middle of the kitchen? No? I found that in the loft too, and decided to wash it. Someone spilled coffee on it at the wedding reception (over 34 years ago) and it was never cleaned, so I thought washing it was a sensible thing to do. Only the coffee stain is still there in the french lace. Hmmm. Maybe I should stick the whole thing in bleach. We will see. Any other suggestions? (I think maybe half of me could get into the dress now. Or a quarter. It looks as though it would fit a stick insect. Groan. )
I write such edifying posts here.
Tomorrow, my best friend, who lives in New Zealand, the other Linds, is coming to visit. So please tell me WHY I decide now its the time to paint cradles? Which take forever to dry? Ah well, she knows me very well. Nothing would surprise her.
During the course of writing this post, I have made coffee. Cut my nails. Stirred the apples. Got the paint off my hands. Checked the post. Dead-headed some flowers in the garden, and made 3 lists. I think retiring to the couch and leaving you all to go and find some deeply philosophical posts re the state of the world, or some such stuff is my best option. I will return when I have an attention span slightly more highly developed than that of a 3 year old.
Happy Thursday to you all!