I've Come Unraveled

It's time for Spring Cleaning. I've made an attempt, really I have. You wouldn't know from looking around this place. Why is it when you start to clean out the closets...one thing leads to another. Well, that is what I tell Hubby when he comes home and it looks like an explosion went off. I should have just stuck with washing the windows, after I took the curtains down to wash them. Then the room was so bright I could see that it really needed painting...see that dusky purple paint chip taped to the wall there by the mirror? It has been there for almost a year, and still I can't make up my mind. After painting the downstairs powder room purple last year, I loved it so much I decided to do the upstairs bath in purple and gray... And then the bedroom, but with all those angled ceilings and weird walls, where does one stop and start. We don't want an entire purple bedroom. Is painting just one wall a wild color coming back in style? I dunno... And then the hubster...it has to be just the right shade of purple he says, so it doesn't look girly. He's lived with Martha Stewart floral bedding for a lot of years, so he does need a break.

Oh and then back to closet discoveries. There's a big bag for the Goodwill, another for the Garage Sale, and yet another for fodder for quiltie things and art journals, and ripping into strips for some crochet project that I think I will find time to do. Move that bag into the sewing room and then I start digging through some other stacks of fabric. Oh that will go good with that, oh yeah, been looking for that, etc. Rambling on and on...I finally go downstairs to find that Hubby is home and says "what's for lunch...and where am I going to sit to eat it?" Oh yes I did come up here to look for a certain color ribbon for that ROD journal, didn't I? See, one thing always leads to another. The table is covered with sewing stuff. Now that I have the cover almost finished, where are the stack of pages? Under another pile of "stuff". I'm on a roll, and I want to just keep sewing. Hubster smiles, and stands there at the kitchen sink, eating a raw hot dog and a big hunk of cheese. At least the coffee's fresh, he says.

Here's one thing I did get finished for a friend for her birthday. It's a memento of the last time we had tea with So-Han before he left for China. And see that fringie stuff on the bottom, that is part of an old curtain I uncovered last time I ventured into the sewing room for a ribbon, and ended up digging around for an hour.