Bored bored bored. Don’t wanna clean anything. Don’t wanna sew anything. Don’t wanna read anything. Don’t wanna watch anything. Don’t wanna take a nap. Like I said, BORED.
I remembered someone telling me that music can make us feel unexpected things. For instance, she loves Rod Stewart but can’t listen to his music without getting angry. Doesn’t know why — she just gets mad and cranky.
Well, I changed my music, and it has now become apparent to me that Keane was boring me. I like their music, but it makes me bored. How weird is that? I’m listening to Muse now. I haven’t been cleaning, but I did work on my gimongous name tag for Readers and Stitchers. I have now embroidered: my name in green (because it matches the framing fabric), a B scrabble tile (because it represents our family initial and is worth 3 pts — the number of people in our family), and a needle sewing the tile outline around the B with some of the tile thread coming out of the tile and weaving through the eye of the needle. I’ll post a pic when I’m done. By that time, we should have our new computer up and running.
I think I might clean now. hahahahahahahaha…no, seriously. I’m leaving a huge mess in the front rooms of the house — a mess I refer to as “craftsplosion” — and working on organizing my craft closet. That way, I’ll have a place to put the debris from my craftsplosion. See, there is a method to my madness. This time.