i am making a concerted effort to finish the crafty projects i have going before starting new ones. which means i have to finish the pillowcase i'm embroidering before i can start playing with blackwork. so far, so good. there is just something so delightful about a new project! ugh. it's killing me! i have a million awesome ideas, all of which i want to try right this second.
also killing me is the fact that we are still living surrounded by boxes. i know part of that is my fault, but i also know i shouldn't be the only one working on putting stuff away. i am such a stubborn jackass at times. i admit i can also be seriously passive-aggressive; i don't want to do all the unpacking, but do i tell my husband that i want him to do some too? that would be no. i'm going to go upstairs right now and set a timer for twenty minutes and see what i can get done.
wish me luck! or come over and help. i'll take either right now!