Today I received the 5 ounce pygora/wool/silk blend that I ordered from my friend who raises fiber goats. It was a mistake to buy the first couple of ounces... I'm now an addict. It's soooo soft.
I needed a pick me up since this morning I woke up with a scritchy throat. I really don't have time to be sick! I did nothing wise today to try to keep it at bay. I don't have time to take care of myself. So much to do, so little time...
I did finish a couple of gifts this evening. Only about a gazillion to go. I know, I should be done by now. What is the law that says that however long we have is how long we'll take? So, although it makes sense (and I know some of you have mastered this) that you could be done a week before Christmas and then just relax... Me? I plot out how long it will take to finish what I need to accomplish. Make the mark. Then get excited about what else I now have time to make... Actually I get excited about what else I can make when I realize that I'm about to make the mark! This philosophy finds me up at 1:00am Christmas Eve morning putting the final touches on several last minute projects. Ah well, that's me.