I love my job (freelance journalist). Truly. Wouldn't trade it for anything, except maybe being a professional cheese sampler or a wave counter at the beach or a freelance journalist who is paid really, really well.
But the deadlines are piling up this month, so I'm finding myself daydreaming about being crafty instead of actually being crafty.
There are a few projects I will have to tackle no matter what--Fourth of July dresses for the girls, a gift for a new baby, a HomeMaker column that's due in a couple of weeks, and things related to Bo's birthday (a present for her, party favors for the buddies). And there are always the silly kids crafts we do to make ourselves forget about all the soggy rain (is there any other kind? I guess "soggy" is my placeholder for a superbad word I'd like to use instead) that's been coming down lately. Grrrrrr ...
But other than that, I'm pretty much glued to the laptop until our big, fat Italian vacation in July. Have I mentioned the vacation? Not in Italy. That was probably deceiving. We'll be in Rhode Island with the Italian side of the fam. For three whole weeks. That's right. Weeks. Not days. How I convinced J to do this, I'm still not sure, but we're all super excited to just park our rears on a beach for a while and spend time with the cousins and aunts.
Until then, if I weren't so booked, this is what I'd be doing ...
Making one of these for every baby on the planet.
Buying a better color printer so I can spend the rest of my life here.
Wasting countless hours here.
Reading this book.
Finding a clever way to celebrate the beautiful words to this song in our garden.
Finally, finally, finally remembering to watch my boyfriend's show on Saturday morning.
Doing more of this (that's not me, by the way).
(Photo below is from ohdeedoh.com)