Last night before I went to bed, I looked at my Elizabethan casket again--and I decided, other than the lid, it wasn't really half bad.
One of my last thoughts before I went to sleep was that it's a shame that I'll have to wait until November to take another class from Betsy, since I'm afraid I'll forget some of the things I've learned on this project of hers. When it comes to finish-finishing, I am, like Winnie the Pooh, a bear of very little brain.
In the middle of the night, I all but levitated off the bed when I woke up to the realization that I have another class project from her. It was a class that "away Swans" were able to get when Betsy taught for the Swan Sampler Guild. And I have it.
Here it is:
It has colors I love and motifs I adore.
Now here is the dilemma.
I have a list of things I can finish or finish-finish by the end of August. It is a sane and logical list. It is not my usual pie-in-the-sky list that I could accomplish only if I gave up sleeping and going to work. It does not include starting another major project.
The sane and logical adult part of me is saying I should stick to the list before I drown in a sea of PhD's (projects half done) and WIP's.
The spoiled stitching brat is jumping up and down and shrieking, "Pretty, pretty, I want it NOW!"
Of course . . .I could use this as my reward for getting some things done and/or finish-finished. . . if the brat who insists on instant gratification will just shut up.
I'll let you know who wins.