Well, we are not lacking for things to do around here, that's for sure. I looked around the house the other day and had to laugh at my lofty dreams of making it, ordering it, doing it all. Some things never change. I'm sure my mom would agree with that. Once I hit the 3-month mark after having Sienna, I finally felt back to my old self. Back to having energy, being able to work hard without falling into bed exhausted at night, and most importantly, being able to sustain working for more than a day or two in a row! Learning how to do all the old tasks with a baby in tow may have been part of the adjusting as well....maybe.
So now I'm back to my old self, and that includes trying to start more projects than I'll ever be able to finish, or at the very least, buying all the supplies to start said projects without actually ever starting them. But doesn't it make you feel good to buy the supplies, and stare at them for awhile, dreaming of what they'll become?? ...and then after about a month or so they become the bane of your existence and yet another thing hovering over your shoulder to accomplish. Funny how that works. I thought there'd probably be someone out there who could relate.
Too bad I didn't get this burst of energy and crafty gusto a bit earlier--like in the slow winter season when there wasn't weeks of work and planting to be done! Ah well, recovery and resettling is important.
Of course a baby sweater's on the list now. Sienna actually picked out this yarn by staring it down in the store. I did go for the cheap stuff, though. You know- just in case it doesn't get done...
I did get just a small pat on the back for this one. Finally made pasta with my pasta maker I just had to have, and recieved for my birthday from Greg about 2 years ago. Next time, I'm trying spinach pasta; I dreamed of selling this at the market with our produce and some breads and crackers.
Ahhh, seed ordering. The ultimate in anticipation!
This also finally got done and the seeds are in the ground....mostly. (I'd say that's another, slightly bigger pat on the back.)
Hmmm. Fleece hats, anyone? Just in time for 70-degree spring days!
A new gun! The .22 needs a sight put on it. 'Till then, both the peas and the chickens are at risk (from groundhogs and skunks-opposums-racoons respectively.) The varmints live to see another day. At least until we get further down the to-do list.~
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