I am procrastinating
But at least I’m ACTIVELY and STRUCTURALLY procrastinating. Which means that everything in my house is clean, the telephone cord is meticulously untangled, pencils sharpened, computer page repeatedly refreshed and I have a sudden overwhelming urge to rush out and buy a stack of energy-saving light bulbs.
Why am I doing my imitation of somebody who cares about housework? I’ve started my step-daughter’s wedding invitations. Finally. It’s surprisingly scary undertaking something so important for someone about whom I care so much. So far it’s going well but yikes! I get nervous about messing it up, which is why I’ve accomplished so many pointless tasks.
So procrastination is my main reason for showing you where I have to
suffer scrunch myself when doing painting and drawing. My husband uses the table as his desk…although I shoo him off one day each week. I’ve stuck the reference pictures to the back of his computer monitor.
I can’t wait until we move house next year where I dream of having my own ‘studio’, with some purpose-built storage for all my equipment, instead of the minute space I have to cram things into at present.
No – you’re not allowed to see what I’ve done so far – because she sometimes looks at this blog and I’m keeping her and her fiancé in suspense until more progress has been made.
Still haven’t put up any Christmas lights or glass baubles.
But I’ll do that tomorrow.