yesterday i took a short hiatus from the slug suit and did a major overhaul of my house. i moved the couch, the chair, the tv (that is one heavy suckah let me tell you!). i took the storage shelf and put it in the bonus room. i also took the too large for my space coffee table and stuck it in the bonus room until such time as i can get rid of it. i unpacked all the stuff that has been sitting around in blue bags since august 2010 and re-organized my closet. i also re-organized my craft bin and got new containers for my 'implements of art'. fabrics were organized. i put away laundry that has been sitting in a basket, growing and shrinking since the spring. i did laundry. i cleaned out the hell-hole the kitties are forced to do their business in and i swept and washed the bathroom floor. i also vacuumed. i just have to figure out how to place my 3 book shelves and where to put my food storage. and put up some wall art.
not too shabby eh? think of what i could get done if i put my slug suit in a salt bath and donned something like the super-industrious-girl cape permanently. i'm not saying it's going to happen, just imagine if it did.
i vacuumed up some spiders. can they get out after? please tell me no.
after all of that i sat down to work on my jean rag rug project. but my tension must have been wrong because the top thread kept coming un-threaded. you, see i don't know what i'm doing but i do it anyways. during one dramatic moment, as i was untangling a disasterous knot in the bobbin, which is another story, i heard a ping of something metal falling. i couldn't see what it was but as i went to re-thread for the 1000th time, there was no uptake thing to hook around. gone. i couldn't find it anywhere. GONE. what was i to do? well watch tv of course.
so word on the street is that the stake choir is singing a swedish christmas song IN SWEDISH and so i am jumping on the stake choir bandwagon. meanwhile i just had a bowl of popcorn to curb the hunger pangs that were harassing me and a husk jammed itself between my teeth. not cool husk. not cool.
once sarah sat on my cot in my new tent and gave me a special braid. the end.
not too shabby eh? think of what i could get done if i put my slug suit in a salt bath and donned something like the super-industrious-girl cape permanently. i'm not saying it's going to happen, just imagine if it did.
i vacuumed up some spiders. can they get out after? please tell me no.
after all of that i sat down to work on my jean rag rug project. but my tension must have been wrong because the top thread kept coming un-threaded. you, see i don't know what i'm doing but i do it anyways. during one dramatic moment, as i was untangling a disasterous knot in the bobbin, which is another story, i heard a ping of something metal falling. i couldn't see what it was but as i went to re-thread for the 1000th time, there was no uptake thing to hook around. gone. i couldn't find it anywhere. GONE. what was i to do? well watch tv of course.
so word on the street is that the stake choir is singing a swedish christmas song IN SWEDISH and so i am jumping on the stake choir bandwagon. meanwhile i just had a bowl of popcorn to curb the hunger pangs that were harassing me and a husk jammed itself between my teeth. not cool husk. not cool.
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It feels good to be industrious doesn't it? Sometimes it comes so naturally, and others it's so hard to make myself. I feel like my work is never ending. It really is.
Anyway, this is supposed to be about you and not me so- I'm curious about the denim rug. Can I see a pic of what it's supposed to look like?
I like to think the suction and heat from a vacuum kills spiders and other yucky living things.
I need to take a hiatus from my slug suit more often too. Whenever I do I'm astonished at how much I kin get done.
I'm curious of the denim rug too.