Le Petit Poulailler

Resolved

This is the time of year that we've convinced ourselves resolutions for the coming year will make us better people; stronger & more ...worthy individuals, in some abstract way.  Never mind that 99.99999% of all resolutions, no matter how vague & simplistic, are discarded/forgotten/broken/denied-ever-made by January 21st.  You have a better chance of winning the Mega Millions lottery than keeping resolutions.

So, why do we do it?  The *resolution* thing?  I really haven't a clue.  At 50+, I can honestly say that I've come to actually like myself AND my family AND my life & for me to now 'resolve' to change something somehow seems to me a subtle way of saying I'm unhappy in some regard; dissatisfied somehow.  And I'm simply not. 

Somewhere along the line, I've come to see the positive in things & pretty much disregard the negatives.  I'm sure, if you pressed me, there would be one or two things that I would wish different.  But to resolve to change seems a rather unnecessary procrastination.  If I don't like something, I have found it pretty much far simpler to just ... change it.  Then & there.  Not 'resolve' to change it at some unspecified later time ... but to just .... change it. 

I just re-read what I've written to this point & it's all sounding far more serious than I intended starting out.

Earlier, I received an e-mail update for a sale going on at Fabric.com (one of many online sites against which I have proven myself completely defenseless).  I found a listing of "resolutions" on their home page & it is this listing which prompted today's post & so it is with their listing that I will now close for now.

Because I have resolved to go shopping ... right now.

New Years Resolutions for Sewers”ists

 I will not add anything to the stash unless something comes out now that I have room to add anything else.

I will buy extra yardage of the main fabric because it’s inevitable that I will get close to the end & not have enough.

I will buy fabric if I LOVE it. Hey, if I don'’t buy it now it won'’t be there when I need it & come back, right?

I will not start a new project until I have finished the first project. No more half-finished quilts & shirts!

I will read the instructions several times before I start a project. My seam ripper needs a break & my mouth could use some cleaning!

I will do a test run of the quilt block or clothing item I am making to be sure it looks how I planned BEFORE I start in on the expensive material.

I will finally clean my sewing area & :::sigh::: throw away stuff I haven'’t used or needed in years.

I will learn to love my pins & not just see them as an unnecessary step.

The angst of a new Etsy banner

The first ~

and Second ~

and now, currently ~

You have NO idea the angst this causes.  I'm not a graphics designer.  Not by ANY stretch.  But I've been able to do the things needed doing here on the computer.  Okay, sometimes it does costs me more than a bit of time & perhaps a swear or two.  But I get it done.

This, however, is monumental.  And I'm not sure why. 

But this is MY shop and I do not want a cookie-cutter-prefab banner with all the soft edges & homogeneous palette.  This needs to be mine, too.  And I don't think it looks TOO amateurish.  Well, perhaps a little.  But it's mine & I am content.

(I'm already thinking Valentine's Day)

... as we were discussing

For the life of me, I am clueless why I'm starting a blog.

I have no time in my day for this ... or in my night, for that matter.

I stay up too late as it is.  Wake far too early (granted, it's only to phone Joe and wake him (which I never remember doing since it's at 5:00 in the blessed a.m.) and then fall back immediately to sleep for an hour.)

I know I'll probably be obsessed with spelling and punctuation and if I'm making any sense at all in whatever I'm typing about.

But begin this, I have.  And being the proud member of the Taurus zodiac family of bulls that I am, I tend to be dogged about finishing what I begin.  So, like it or not, here I am.  Let the blogging begin.

This should be interesting, though.  The idea of "gathering the day around for a final quiet, thoughtful review before hitting the hay" is appealing, isn't it?  Not in a judgmental way ... more, an appreciation of the day's hours & how they were spent and, hopefully, enjoyed. The more I type, the more excited I'm becoming about this entire blog thing.  I still have much to do:  show photos & my shop on Etsy & things on the drawing board & in the works & things I'm reading & films I'm seeing & tell about my girls & about Joe.  Tolja I was getting psyched  about this.  We'll get there, we'll get there.

I was tentative about typing anything at ALL at first & only began this post because the Blog gods wouldn't let me see the silly page unless I did.  I suppose that makes sense . . . in a frustratingly rational way . . . how could they show me my blog if there was nothing there. 

My first oopsie.  (You will note that word will be often seen here.)