It feels like Monday.

I know it's Tuesday, but my kids had a five day weekend.  I've been so confused as to what day it is.  Thursday felt like Saturday and yesterday felt like Sunday.  And while sleeping in for 5 days in a row was quite lovely, this morning came a little too soon.  My internal clock and calendar are all messed up.

Yesterday I spent 15 minutes quilting 3 potholders that have been sitting on my sewing table since September.  Why I didn't do this sooner, I have no idea.  It was instantly gratifying - as soon as I finished, I took them to the kitchen and used them while making dinner.  The actual dinner was horrible, but that is an entirely different story all together.

And then last night while watching TV, I finished up the second sleeve of my tea leaves sweater.  That little ball of yarn is all that remains - it was a really close call.  It fits, but I have to block it and find the right buttons before I can wear it.

What still remains unfinished is the big playroom reorganization that I started on Thursday.  It's been a slow job, but I think the end is in sight.  And after that, I am trashing out the sewing room.  I'm working up the courage to be ruthless with myself.  It's time to de-stash.  And it's going to be hard.