Fake winter is messing with my rhythm. It’s supposed to be windy and grey and conducive to closing loops and finishing old projects. Instead it’s been spring since December and all I want to do is start shit. Admittedly, I do start a lot of shit regardless.
Too many deadlines and not enough sleep; I do not have the spoons for impulse control right now. Stopped putting things away properly during rage quilting and last overhaul was post wedding. Well fuck. Projects and supplies on every horizontal surface. Critical mass achieved; dig it out now or lament the scraps all weekend.
Found my silicon press pad, repurposed the hideous pillow covers, and managed to keep the fabric to a single shelf. For now anyway.
