Bleary eyed, yet again. This morning I woke to find this little gang waiting for me on the landing. Shows someone has been up a lot earlier than me.
I'm most definately a night owl - early mornings I could do without. Each day I wake up at the last minute and race around like a woman posessed helping the Bun's get school tights on, hair tied in plaits and bunches or if we're really late a quick ponytail. I curse Alfie, Molly and Pip as I trip over them for the 10oth time as they howl for breakfast. As I'm upstairs getting dressed I'm yelling brush your teeth, put your shoes on and knowing we're going to be cutting it fine again getting to school on time. We all know whose fault it is. It's mine for grabbing those extra few minutes in bed, because I stayed up really late again last night trying to squeeze more out of the day.
So the point of this ramble is to point out a few realities. Realities delivered in a pretty way. I'm not going to show the actual reality of overflowing bins and mess, because who wants to see that.
I come back from the school dash not knowing where to start first. Do I pick up the mugs I left on the sofa this morning? No I don't because then I'd have to go in the kitchen and face the sink piled high, the really really badly in need of washing floor and all the paperwork stuffed at one end of the counter.
So I trundle off to feed the pets I ignored first thing. That means looking at the bookcase which has become a dumping ground for odd things that don't have homes. It's really bad below this, believe me, no tastefully arranged books, just things dumped and left.
Pets fed and my mind wanders to what I want to be doing today. I want to make fun things and present things and just enjoying making them things.
There's definately enough inspiration here for me to be getting on with. Those two rolls of fabric are my first choice for craftiness.
I bought them on Sunday from Craig and Tracey at the Textile Fair as I thought they were perfect to make pencil rolls for the Bun's christmas presents.
Craig also gave me some vintage hangers to cover (crochet or fabric I'm still undecided). More importantly will it ever get done? Now this is what I'm really writing about here. It's what I want to be doing and what needs to be doing. How do I know where to start first to make the most of those few school hours that allow me to get on and work. I hate sitting in a filthy house with jobs and paperwork piled up all around. I really need to get making too as most of my stock was sold at the weekend. So wonderful, but it just means more things to add to the mental list. Then there's the fact that I'm here writing this, much more fun than washing up though. Maybe the pixies have been in and helped out.
Now lets step back a bit from the gorgeous fabric stash and you can see what I mean about wondering where to start first. There's a very big - well two very big - piles of ironing. These are going to keep growing if I don't have a word with them and then there's that wall. A bit white, a bit green. In fact there are quite a few of these walls around here. So where do I start first? The only solution I can think of is to buy blinkers or get rich and pay someone else to do it.
Right I'm off to put the mugs in the sink. I think that's a start at least. Have a great day won't you.