And why “tidy” is a four letter word. I mean, come on, who likes tidying? I like my rooms to be tidy. I like planning a tidy up. I even like starting to tidy. But actually completing the job? I don’t think so. The tidy gene just passed me by at birth. I start, knowing I am doomed to failure. So many distractions along the way.
There are all those things you find, that you didn’t know you’d lost and you simply have to see if they still work. Which brings the tidying process to an abrupt halt. There are all those things you bought because you just had to have them and now all you can think of is “why?”. There are all those parts of things that you can’t remember where you put the remaining parts of them. There are parts of other things that you suspect you’ve thrown away because you’d lost the bit you now have in your hand. Not to mention the guilt trip about A. all the projects you started and never finished and B. all the projects you bought stuff for and never even started.
And there’s never enough space to spread them all out in some sort of order so you can put related articles together ready to put them away. All I ever end up with is a big box of stuff that doesn’t have a permanent home. (The box, of course, becomes the permanent home.) And for a while, a few hours at best, I can see that my desk has a wooden surface.
Please don’t say it’s just me or I shall have to go and throw myself in the canal. And when I’m dead and gone the loved one and my kids will tidy it all up – straight into the dustbin. I suppose I could cut out the middle man and chuck it all away myself. Then there’d be room to buy some more.
You know what? I’m feeling better already. (And of course, writing in my blog about tidying is the perfect displacement activity for actually doing anything.) Well, I think I’ll just take this mug downstairs and wash it before I start the tidying.
And when I get downstairs I will see the the unfinished aardvark I’m making for my grandson’s “wife”. (He says they’ve been on a date so now she’s his wife.) Obviously.(They’re 8, by the way.) She’s Miss Snooty Tooty – the aardvark, not the wife – because his one, which I made him for Christmas, is Mr Snooty Tooty. Not Mrs, you’ll notice, Miss. I love 8 year old logic. It was yesterday that he asked me to make it for her and he phoned this morning for a progress report. Bless.
After making the unicorn and then a doll at Christmas for Isla, my youngest granddaughter, I was told how all the mums at school had been asking if she could get one for their children. My daughter in law, who knows me well, said she thought no, that I only crochet for family and friends. (Quite right too.) However, it set me thinking and I decided to make a couple of things to be raffled at the school Summer Fair, assuming that we have a Summer this year, of course. I’ve plenty of yarn – no surprises there – so I may make a couple more. And, this is the good bit, it will use up spare yarn and make things a bit tidier.
I have been drawing too. The bookmarks for the swap are going a bit better. I saw Helen Williams’ blog about Gourdjeous and had a go to see if it would make a border. And then, it goes without saying, I watched a couple more of her videos, which led to me using Heartfully on another one and making a mental note to use Ruffles on another.
So I then went on a You Tube expedition and resurfaced three days later with a headache and so may ideas on using patterns I haven’t used for ages. Like Awrop, and Dooleedoo and Frondous and… and… and…
Still haven’t started tidying.
And then it’s Diva Day , which takes priority, of course.
Well this week’s Challenge is a humdinger and no mistake.
So the past week or so i kept seeing this really great tangle popping up on Instagram. Seeing as the first Monday of the month is when we use a tangle created by one of you, i thought this week’s challenge would be to use Pickpocket by Tomas Pedros.
It takes a bit of concentration, not one you would just sit down and rattle off for the fun of it but I absolutely loved it. This is a first attempt but I’m not unhappy with it.
So I’ll finish on a high note and go and get on with some tidying. Maybe.
Until next time, world, be good -ish.