scrap/skrap/
noun: a small piece or amount of something, esp. one that is left over after the greater part has been used.
synonyms: noun: fragment - piece - bit - shred

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Unfinished Business...

Hello, Happy Sunday and Welcome to the Farm! It appears the busy season is in full swing for most of us and, as usual, we can never get everything finished that we want to. For me, never getting anything finished is an all year process. Seriously, I think I need to look up the definition and see what it actually means. I'm sure if I looked under "unfinished," I'd see my picture. I hope it doesn't look like my driver's license picture. That scares me.


Wandering through the house today, trying to get up my energy to actually do something to it (like dishes, laundry, picking up), I was wondering what to put on my blog today.  I thought about showing the part of the kitchen that is finished, but I'm having some issues with that.  Doc says I can't really do much of anything so it's just been sitting like it is for a few weeks now.  I could have been done. Pooh sticks!  And besides, I really want to show the entire thing at one time.  It's more fun that way.  Hmmm, what else could I show?  How about the laundry room makeover from a couple of years ago?  That would be soooo cool because it looks sooooo much different.  Uh, no...can't find the stupid pictures.  I'm starting to get crabby now.  Ooh, how about the small bathroom that we ripped the carpet up from and put beautiful flooring down after we repainted?  No...can't find those pictures either.  What in the name of evil is going on here?  I NEVER lose pictures...EVER. They've got to be here somewhere.  Apparently they will be waiting until another time to be shown.  Now I've officially reached the crabby zone.  And I don't have any Pepsi to make me feel any better.  Watch out everyone, this WILL NOT be a pretty day!

Ok, more wandering (and obviously no dishes, laundry, picking up being done) looking for something.  Maybe I'm just restless.  This not being able to do anything is for the birds.  I don't like it one bit.  So I try anyway and can't accomplish anything.  The pain is too great and I'm not able to keep much of a grip on anything.  If I could actually flail my arms about like a small child, I would throw a total pitching temper tantrum.  But I can't.  Really?!  Who can't even have a temper tantrum?  Is that even a possibility?  Although I can just see my kids laughing right now at the thought of their mother having a fit because she can't throw a temper tantrum, I'm not finding it humorous.  Oh, I know they are, but obviously I've raised a bunch of heathens.  Maybe I should have grounded them more when they were young.  Can't do it now; they're 30, 25 and 21.  Too old to punish - not to mention they live three hours away.  Yes, all three of them.  Seriously, I can't even give them "the look."  It pains me that they enjoy this so much.

So, how about sewing today?  Wellllll, had we not cleaned out the junk room to put in some bunk beds and actually make it back into a bedroom (i.e., cramming all the junk back into my sewing room), that might be a wonderfully fun idea.  But I can't move when I get in my sewing room.  All that crud is in there.  The elliptical, my old computer (you know, the one with the HUMONGOUS monitor), the ancient school desk...great.  I'm just gonna lay down and die now because I'm not having my way today.  I must admit, though, that I don't really feel like sewing anyway so it doesn't really matter whether or not I can do anything in there.  

But wait!  What do I have here?  My basket that has three unfinished quilt tops in it.  Now, one might think that these were recent, semi-recent, or even of this last decade recent projects, but they're not.  I'm feeling nauseous as I tell you that they are all from YEARS ago. As in EONS.  LIGHT YEARS.  Before Buzz Lightyear.  Scary, sad and true.  They have been waiting for me to finish them.  Why haven't I done that yet? It's not like it would be hard; I've already done the piecing and putting the tops together.  There is no good reason that they're not finished pieces of art.  The truth is I'm lazy.  Just plain out and out lazy.  I like the way they look sitting in my basket in my sewing room.  I'm not sure why.  I just do.

Each quilt is made from leftover fabric, from nothing specific.  Just leftovers from various clothing and craft projects throughout the years.  Isn't that the best way to make quilts though?  Using what you have on hand and trying to make it work?  Maybe I haven't finished these because they're just so nice to look at the way they are.  Or perhaps I won't have anything to fill the basket with if I finish them up (cuz we KNOW I don't have anything in this house to do that with).  Could be I just haven't found the right backing.  Hard to say.  I just know I like them the way they are.  I like to pull them out and unfold them and just look at them.  And feel them.  Crazy, I know, but it's just kind of a calming feeling.  

Like the kind of calming feeling I need in my life lately.  I'm ready to do something, anything, but can't until the doc says so.  And the next battery of testing doesn't come until mid-September so I'm stuck.  Crankiness abounds and my hubby won't even take pity and get me a hot fudge sundae, even though my daughter tries and tries to get him to.  It's hard for her; three hours away and trying to force him through a text doesn't really work very well.  Thank you anyway, Sarah. I know you're laughing at me but the fact that you're trying to get me a hot fudge sundae out of the deal almost sort of makes up for it.

Anyhoo, I am now a tad more relaxed after looking at these tops.  They just make me happy.  Knowing that I did these, even though I haven't finished them, just makes me feel like at one point in time I was able to accomplish something.  Perhaps this winter I will actually work on getting them completed so that they can actually be used.  Maybe. Maybe not.  I don't know if I can bear anyone to actually use them after all this time.  I'm selfish like that.

At any rate, these are only part of my unfinished business around this house.  I have tons of quilt blocks finished that haven't even made their way to being an entire top yet.  I'll get there someday.  If I want to.  Do you have any unfinished business at your house?

9 comments:

  1. I inherited unfinished blocks and quilt tops from my grandmother, who died in 1932, a looooong time before I was born. Yes, it's okay not to finish things. (I don't have hers finished yet either!)

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  2. Oh Dora, those are treasures!!! I'm not sure I could bring myself to do anything to them! I'll bet they're beautiful!

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  3. LOTS of "unfinished business"...no quilts though, wish I could sew!! Chat soon, laurel

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    1. I think with all your talents, you could probably easily sew, Laurel!

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    1. Thank you Nicole! And thank you for coming by and becoming my newest follower! I'm very grateful!

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  5. I think that is how all quilters work -- the sign of a true artist! We see a new project we just have to make and get distracted.

    Visiting from You're Gonna Love It Tuesday.
    Debra

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  6. I think so too Debra. It's like looking at something shiny. Distraction city!!! LOL!

    Thank you so much for visiting!

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  7. Everywhere I turn in my house is unfinished business. hahaha. Your quilt tops are beautiful! They will be even more lovely when you do have the time to finish them. I know how hard it is to finish things too. Thanks so much for stopping by this weekend and leaving me a sweet comment on my Sour Cream Pork Chops. I hope you enjoy them as much as we did. Have a wonderful week!
    Blessings,
    Nici

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