I had a post all ready to go for today until John asked me at breakfast if I was going to blog about my binding nest.
“You know, your little nest out there in the family room with your bean bag chair and lamp in front of the TV.”
“You’re calling it a binding nest?”
“What would you call it?”
Okay, so here it is:
My ambitions got the better of me last week as I convinced myself that I could finish tacking the binding on Railroad Ties and the Christmas table runner, all 428 inches worth. Of course I didn’t finish, although I’m on the home stretch for Railroad Ties and the table runner will now get done whenever. I know a better strategy would be to do a little each day, but there are times when I excel at deluding myself into thinking I can go the distance with a monotonous task like that.