I know I managed to get quilts made before I went on holiday. But now that I'm back into the daily grind? I haven't even turned my sewing machine on in the last week. I finished Mama Jan's quilt, sat around feeling thankful, pissed of to the Mallee and came home straight into a full time job and no car.
I don't know why that makes a difference but it seems to make all the difference in the world. I cant bring myself to stay up late because I can't deal with Dad even more when he's going on and on about how I really should get one of the new Ceratos, and that if we drove BJ into a tree we'd probably get more in insurance money than we would for a trade in.
So I go to bed at 1ish, so I can be at least looking like I'm busy at 10ish when he comes to wake me up. But then I cant get in the swing of things because I need to go into town when other people go in, even though sometimes that's an hour or two before I start. And people have been sick at work, so I've been starting early, and a 2pm start usually means I have to go in at 12 when the parents go to the pub for lunch. So there's no time to do... anything.
And no time on the horizon either. With the exception of this Saturday, and Crafternoon at Helen's, I have 2 days off before we go off to the Birchip BnS in mid October. And those days will probably be spent painting the Econovan of Love.
Seriously, if I didn't need a new engine/new car/more fabric/food, I don't think I would bother.