Free as Air

I have finished my latest painting.  Phew.

I am now free to do whatever I want.  I can't even procrastinate because I have finished work for the weekend.  Oh happy me.

I will finish a patchwork quilt then continue with my next one.  Oh the fifteen PhDs (projects half done) are going to get a bank holiday workout.

I spend a lot of time in front of the telly doing nothing.  This is madness when I have so many projects that could be hand sewn whilst absorbing the news, the murder, the soap, the antique, or usually the cricket or golf.  So it's out with the knitting, the patchwork, the embroidery and the journal.

I feel today the world is my lobster.  I will bask.  I won't do anything horrid or boring. I suppose some exercise wouldn't go amiss.  My allotment needs attention.  I must make it fun. My life is bloody lovely.

Presents arrived yesterday.  A little bag of sheer perfection from Designer Susan and some black and white fabric and a book from Suzanne who is returned from her Antipodean adventure, thank heavens  because one more bungee jump or zip wire and I would die of fear, just watching.

Lovely times, happy me.

No time to lose lautrec

Do you ever feel there is just not enough time to do stuff, I mean do anything?  Everything has to be preplanned and there is never enough time or the right time.  I do achieve things but by setting hideous deadlines with punishments for failure to meet them I am grindstoning it throughout the night sometimes.  I only set these so I can have some time to do nothing.  Staring into space is one of my all time favourite passtimes.  It is a matter of getting the balance right.  I don't work.  I had to elect one of my hobbies to be the most important so I chose the only one with any pecuniary return - painting.  This makes all the other pursuits mere daliances.  Oh.  I hadn't looked at it like that.  My life is spent making things so I can feel happy with my ability to see a project through to the end and boast about it.  I like to show off.  Work then show off.  If I get paid that is the very greatest applause of all.  Mostly I don't.

I need to tone it down a bit.  I currently have 8 patchwork quilts and four paintings on the go.  Then there is knitting and sewing and printing and embroidery and and and.  STOP.  Ok.  Time to take stock.  I will finish 6 of the 8 quilts one by one.  I will finish 2 of the paintings.  That is enough goals for now.  It tidies up a few ends.  I have paintings for people but they can wait.  I have almost every hour of every day allocated.  Staring into space time is becoming ever more elusive.

Well this is Mrs Smith doing what she does best, panicking about the time constraints on her life.... Whilst procrastinating.