I used to be so ...effluent... I'm not even sure that's the word I want to use. Nope, it's not. I just looked it up, it's totally not the word, since the definition is "water mixed with waste matter". The second definition is "that is flowing outward", so maybe I wasn't completely out of my mind. I know a few writer-types that are rolling their eyes as they read this, which just showcases their talent. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to roll your eyes while you are actually reading?
The point is that I used to write longish, occasionally funny and interesting articles, at least once a week. Now, if I write once a month, it's remarkable. Which is my new goal, by the way. To post once a month. I was originally going to shoot for once a week, but, yeah, right. Just so we're clear, this counts for May.
So, my recent projects include: the quilt from Hell, my first pair of baby booties, still unpacking, and fixing furniture. The furniture is my priority project, which means I work on it until I get bored, then I go do something else. That doesn't really sound like it's a priority, but when it's the first thing I do when I get home from work, it actually gets the most work done on it. Except for the booties, but they only took me an hour, and therefore do not count.
The quilt from Hell slowly earned its name by failing at everything. Since I've started, I have coincidentally taken my sewing machine apart three times to fix it. Now, this really isn't the quilt's fault, because the stress on the machine is my fault for using the materials I chose. But I wanted it to be perfect and special, and I have learned my lesson. I would post pictures, but this isn't the project site, and I don't want my cousin to see it before I finish it. She already knows of its existence, which is bad enough, but I don't want to reveal what it actually looks like until I hand her a peculiarly-shaped package. I am optimistic, based on the currert rate of production, that I will finish before May of 2015.
A friend of mine from high school just had a baby, and I decided to make a pair of booties for her. They are green and super-cute, at least they will be, when I grab some more lady-bug buttons since mine are not to be found. I would post pictures, but they are not finished.
I moved, over a month ago, now, and I am still not completely unpacked. Part of it is a storage problem, and part of it is I don't care anymore. At my last apartment, I had plenty of storage space, never mind that I
created it. In addition to having less closet space, my bathroom is smaller (That means all of the "bathroom cabinet stuff" is in my linen closet, which now has 2 out of 6 shelves allocated to actual linens. Girly fail.) and I got rid of my desk. My apartment is pretty small, and there really wasn't room for a kid-desk. Plus, a guy at work just got two teenage fosters, and he sort of needed it. So, most of the unpacked stuff is actually waiting on furniture to hold it. I would post pictures, but who cares?
Lastly, in the furniture department: I received a dresser, a coffee table, an entertainment center, and a sewing table. The dresser is old, and it took me almost a month to clean and fix it. I had to re-assemble the back, reattach the drawer runners, re-assemble the drawers, and fix the bottom. I actually gave up on fixing the bottom (decorative feet with little to no hope of being load-bearing) and just propped it up on old textbooks that I dis-like. (Hint: one of these was used as a doorstop. While I was actually in the class.)
The coffee table is huge, and I already have one, so it's my last in queue project, because I'm not sure that I'll keep it when I finish it. It depends on how big it is with the room actually finished.
The entertainment center was originally going to be a quick fix: I was going to slap a coat of green paint on it, since I detest red, which is its current color. And then my aunt told me that it was oak underneath the paint. Due to that, I have been laboriously sanding off red paint for...forever, it seems like. When I finish, it will get a coat of stain and laquer, and I will be middle-aged.
Lastly, the sewing table was taken apart by someone who wanted to refinish it and put it back together, but wasn't capable of the "put it back together" phase. C'est la vie. When I finish the entertainment center, I'll work on it.
Was there anything I forgot? Probably. But I'm sure I'll mention it sooner or later, either that or it wasn't important.
