Glasses

I thought maybe this was just becoming a holiday blog....a place where I pretend it's enough to just post "Happy [holiday]" pictures every month or so. Then yesterday I felt the unfinished business bug again when my mom noticed the large collection of glasses on the dresser in my room.  "Is that part of the display?" she asked.  Um, no....they're just glasses that get left in here, and there are so many of them sometimes that it's hilarious. It's good and bad that we received about 54 cups as gifts when we got married. Sometimes things get out of hand.

Happy Easter

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Hearts

They're still up.  It's March and they're still up.  Valentine's decorations.  Siiiiigh.

M*A*S*H

Simon brought the TV show M*A*S*H into our marriage.  To me, it was just that boring old show that was always on when I wanted to be watching something cooler as a kid.  Oh, how wrong I was.  We proceeded to slowly collect all 11 seasons (we didn't have cable, so we had a TV-on-DVD bill every month instead).  I was pregnant when we watched the episode where Radar leaves, and I sobbed and sobbed.  Eleven seasons is a lot of TV, and we tried to spread it out...taking breaks to wait for seasons to be given as birthday gifts.....and to have a baby and deal with that adjustment.  Then after about 2 years, we arrived at the last disk of the last season.  That was eightish months ago, and we're frozen.  We can't bring ourselves to finish the quest, and I wonder if we ever will.  There's no guilt for me associated with this unfinished project....just sadness.  And if we ever do watch the end, I bet we'll just start right over from the beginning.

Chalk-It

I bought this strange spray chalk stuff in February 2007 with plans for writing a huge happy birthday message for Simon on the driveway. I forgot. So the next year I planned to use it. I forgot. Next year, same thing. So THIS year, I'm totally going to remember! Hah.

Happy Valentine's Day

Etsy Shop Again

This is business unfinished and finished.  A story with a happy ending, hopefully. I opened my Etsy shop, Annilygreen, to sell handmade books.  I sold one then it was over.  It took me two years to get it going again (this time with pillows...all of which I'm in love with), but I did....for you...and your friends....and anyone you know who needs some throw pillows with silly names.

Sewing Things

 You're probably wondering what a cake pan is doing with my sewing stuff.  Me too.  I don't know how things get so out of hand and jumbled, but I do know that I'm always avoiding the task of organizing this stuff so it's actually useful and not an eruption.  Maybe later.

Backup

Hey there, little external hard drive...hiding there behind stuff on my desk....begging me to use you to save precious files.  I know you've been there since Christmas, I know you're dusty, and I know the laptop is almost completely full and in need of emptying, but I'm still me.  So you'll probably have to wait a bit longer.

A Hiatus

Simon is on a No Procrastinating kick, so you have him to thank for my lack of posts.  I had all sorts of stuff lined up to write about the last couple weeks--hoards of things to take out to the storage room, yet another box of Christmas stuff that's still sitting around, more and more dishes, and of course there were all the piles...so many piles...always with the piles!  But he had to go and take care of just about everything or motivate me to do it.  So....yeah...lots of finishing going on 'round these parts.  Not a lot of unfinishing.  I can't really say I'm too sorry about it since I'm sure I'll have a steady stream of blog fodder soon enough. 

What are you finishing these days?

Barbie House

My grandpa was the bomb dot com.  I can apply that modern and totally still trendy title retroactively because of this incredible Barbie house he built for me and my sister when I was 5ish.  That's right....my Barbie house had molding and shingles.  What, yours was pink and cardboard and plastic?  Sorry.

My plan is to update and repaint and make fabulous this relic of my childhood, and I've done lots of staring at it and a little contact paper removing, but really the only thing that's changed so far is that the balcony has become even more of a storage area.  Shame on me.

Stuff for Storage

Is there a limit to how long I'm allowed to have my Christmas decorations packed away and stashed in the corner, waiting (along with a chair with no place to go and an old car seat) to be taken out to the storage room?  I give myself till the end of January.  My mom left our tree up that long once because she loved it so much.  "Mom," we whined.  "Tomorrow is February!  This is embarrassing!" 

I guess those are the words I have to eat because this pile is also embarrassing.

Laundry

How does it get out of hand so quickly? My sister-in-law who is living in China said the people there wear one outfit all week, and they are shocked when her family wears different clothes every day because of how much laundry she must have to do. So I think I might adopt the Chinese solution to not wanting to start a load of wash. It's not a hamper...it's a closet!

Sewing Machine

I am not brave, it seems.  I got a sewing machine from my in-laws for Christmas--an incredibly generous gift--but I can't bring myself to use it...or even sign up for the class to teach me how to use it.  Remember how I broke my old machine over and over?  What if that happens again?!  Maybe I'll just keep looking at it, reading the manual, and dreaming up projects to not finish.  Help!