I have been so out of it this month. After being at my mother's for 2 weeks in the middle of April. (which they were wonderful aside from being holed up in the sewing room the whole time) I can't wait until I can go again, I doubt that I'll get to have 2 whole weeks there but we'll see. Anywyas, I finally got the bridesmaids dresses done and they were picked up last night. This was the first major project that I had undertaken. I've had other projects where it was fix this or alter that but to do 3 full dresses was quite the project. I may second think a project this big next time only because it takes so much time. And of course silly me.... I forgot to take pictures of them. But maybe I can get some from the bride later down the road. Anyways, the next project has to be started so off I go.
I'm a Perfectionist and it's killing me. But the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one. That being said, it's not actually killing me but there are moments when it feels like it is. What can I say, I like order, I like it to be done promptly and without deviating from how I want it. (My kids just don't seem to get it) Being the mother of 3 older daughters and then a son, I thought I had the 'terrible twos' figured out. I DON'T! Boys are so different from girls. Now I don't need you to shake your head at me and roll your eyes and say 'DUH' but really they are so different. It started about 2 weeks ago when Gage started getting into mischief when I was nursing the baby. O.K. whatever, but it's only escalating and I know that the biggest reason for it is Archer (the baby) but what can I do about it. When I'm tied up nursing the baby I'm nursing the baby I can't be chasing a 2 year old. Yesterday was a prime...
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