(Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Still a little raspy, though I no longer sound like Pat Buttram, so that's a plus.)
Having recently returned from the annual Christmas trip, I've been forced to realize something.
My house is full of UFOs.
I have trouble finishing things, and this tendency is starting to bug me.
So. Moratorium on new knitting and crocheting projects until I have finished the ones lying in a partial state of completion all over the house -- or gotten rid of them. Making a metric buttload (it's a technical term) of LEGO earrings and putting them up on the Etsy shop. Buying a new binder and filling it with the postcards I want to keep (and ONLY the postcards I want to keep -- the rest are going in the trash or recycle bin). Etc., etc., etc.
BECAUSE I CAN FINISH PROJECTS AND I CAN PROVE IT. rassnfrassn gracknbrickn.