i have so much to do today…
i’m glad i started blogging – it allows a whole new level to the art of procrastinating.
i’ve even started thinking of it as a russian doll of procrastination: i should be doing this… so i’m doing that… except i’m actually just tinkering round the edges of that, so that i can do something else… and then to put off finishing the something else, I CAN BLOG ABOUT IT instead. matryoshkinating!
‘cos here’s the thing; mum & dad are coming to stay tomorrow, so i need to turn the sewing room back into a guest room, and move all of the boxes so i can hoover up all of the thread.
this meant i only had 3 sewing days this week, and intended to be super productive.
something quite labour-intensive and time consuming to please my obsessive nature.
these are going to become little fabric brooches that i’m hoping to sell to raise money for macmillan cancer care. i “just” need to sew all of the fronts onto all of the backs and attach all of the pins and…
so instead of making the most of my last sewing day today, and getting the brooches finished off, i thought i’d do some long overdue housewifery instead.
i mean, it’s not like dad will even notice, but mum might think twice about wanting to eat anything that’s been prepared in my kitchen.
so just clean the kitchen. just a bit. no need to go crazy. <— me talking to myself
hoovering the spiders out of the cupboards, and wiping the dog fur out of the fridge is the least i can do for my guests, right?
but my ocd kicked in.
so whilst polishing the cooker hood and chatting to myself, i remembered this one time when i agreed to be a ladder model…
now, this is a true story, not from my imagination or anything!
a couple of years ago i was asked to be one of those morons in a ladder advert. you know the ones on the packaging? who are fake-cleaning their windows or fake-changing a light bulb or fake-reaching for something.
well i had to do all of those things ^ as well as fake-cleaning the cooker hood!
so while i was doing the REAL cleaning today, i was thinking about how unnecessary one of those little ladders would be in my tiny cottage kitchen.
the ceiling’s so low that, at best, tiptoes will suffice, and at worst i can pull up a chair.
and my kitchen’s so narrow that… oh wait, lemme just show you real quick…
*goes to recreate the scene of fake cleaning the cooker hood*
oh everyone does their very best ocd procrastination cleaning in their pyjamas, right?