I am not going to make any more plans for the week-end.
For the last two week-ends, I have planned to work on Eve's background, do some finishing, and start the prep work required before actually stitching on three different projects.
I got nothing at all done last week-end.
This is all I stitched this week-end just past:
This verse is also part of Hands to Work, Hearts to God.
Saturday morning I had finished reading the newspaper, had my first shot of caffeine for the day, and was idly contemplating different spools of thread so I could determine the best match for the finishing I was going to do.
And this is when Dearly Beloved came charging down the stairs. He was a Man with a Mission. He had A Project. And he wanted/needed/desired my assistance.
I, too, had projects. And why, you ask, did I let his Project supersede My Projects?
I've been married to this man for almost forty years, and I have learned that he needs supervision lest he wreak havoc on the project, himself, or the house in general. It is safer for all concerned if I "assist" him in his pursuits.
So I did.
And I'm making no plans for the coming week-end, just in case.