So how did it go for me? Did I remember that I'm pathologically incapable of tidying up until the job at hand is finished? The dining table has looked like a sewing table for over a month. My armchair craft section has been buried in crochet squares waiting for attention. My desk as you have probably seen, has been strewn with card making attempts at a theme I'm no good at. The desk and dining table situation means that the business paperwork has piled up because I've got nowhere else to spread it out and do the books...no - I cannot use the floor. I'm too old, unbendy and hey, I just said, if it's not finished, I don't clear up. Imagine picking your way across all that every day too.
Fair to say then, that it was a rubbish idea. I've been driven to distraction by looking at unfinished stuff whilst other priorities have taken over. And I've made super effort to get it ALL finished so that I can start to enjoy it all again! Crazy huh.
I've finished the quilt.
I've finished joining up all the squares and tucking and knotting and whatever-ing the ends. I've even tidied my desk off and covered it with business stuff which is all but finished. (Too boring for a photo... files, ledgers and of course, a calculator!)
So today, for the first time in ages, I feel slightly less put upon and happy that however imperfect, I can restore my house and time to my own haphazard methods! Remind me of this next time I come up with a theory, please.