That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, while a pile of claythings is baking in the oven: breathing. And it’s a good thing, because I think it may have slipped my mind for the last six hours, amidst all of my frenzied activity.
I have a little craft show to do tomorrow night, and it wouldn’t require all that much effort to be ready for it, except for one thing: I went and chose this week to get inspired to try something new. I couldn’t just be satisfied to take along what i have already made. Nooooo, that would be entirely too easy.
Clearly, the most exciting route is to pull out all of my supplies and tools, make a mess of the dining room table, and spend every. last. moment. making a selection of Brand New Items to take to the show with me. Clearly.
I think I need saving from myself.