If I've learned little else in this lifetime, it's that I'm predictably horrid at sticking to those pesky resolutions we make while we're basking in the glow and possibility of a new year ahead.
Last year, my one meager resolution was to keep my corner of the kitchen table free of piles of papers, magazines, knitting needles, earrings, too many pens and whatever else I seem to be able to accumulate in the blink of an eye. I did pretty well...I only caved in and starting making piles late in the fall. I must also tell you that Mr. Sunflower, who is a five star neat freak, didn't even notice until I asked him if he'd noticed. (Of course, he said he'd noticed but just hadn't mentioned it. Heartbreaking, it was. I was expecting a small celebration of some sort, and maybe some pats on the back.)
Without saying it out loud or putting it in print, I resolved to blog more often this year. Clearly that resolution has started to fall be suspect. I promise to pick it up. I intended to take photographs of my current project (which I am passionate about) and post those tonight, but I have a good excuse...really I do.
I cleaned my studio today. This may not seem to be of much interest to anyone but yours truly, but I'm here to tell you that this is one of those urges that only come once in a blue moon. Or maybe it's the new year? Not sure. Not being able to walk on the floor without jumping over bags of fibers might have finally been the deal breaker to get me in motion...but whatever it was, I'm grateful. I cleaned like a mad woman. I took all those projects I know I'll never finish and tore them apart, rewinding the yarns and putting them back on the shelf. I put away my canvases and oil paints I haven't touched in two years. I shelved the books that have been living in piles on the floor for a year or more. I even got rid of old knitting magazines (yes, I know this is a crime of some sort...but I promise they'll end up in someone else's hands). For the crescendo, I even (ta da!) vacuumed (I despise vacuuming). I have not been able to do that in a long time because, well...because you couldn't see much of the floor, so why bother? *Sigh*
So if you're outside tonight and see a glow in the sky over New Mexico way, no, it's not Los Alamos...it's my halo. ---Martie