I'm the worst blogger ever, I promised I would do tons of sewing over my vacation, that was almost a month ago and I only sewed one thing. And it turned out so bad that I am not showing it to you. Other than that I threw a bunch of fabric on the guest bed and haven't touched it since. Truth be told I have no interest in sewing at the moment. It could have to do with my disastrous experience over vacation, but I think it also has to do with my supreme lack of motivation. The other day I caught myself googling "Where did my motivation go?" This may or may not have occurred while I was laying on the couch with my ipad resting on my stomach. I'm so lazy. I have no idea how this happened to me. I literally do nothing the second I get home. Well, no, I walk Penny, shower, eat, and complain about my laziness and go to bed at 8. Seriously. I can't wait for school to be over. I feel burnt out. I wake up between 4:30 and 5, get to work at 6, work work work, then come home and feel so tired I don't want to do anything except (re)watch Season 2 of The Hills on Hulu and look at THIS website, I know, I'm so lame.
On the plus side I did just buy THIS purse pattern online, ya know, because I don't have enough purses. It was 40% off! I NEEDED IT. Now I just need to motivate myself to sew it.
One (horrible) excuse I have for not sewing is that my desk is covered with scrapbooking supplies to make a scrapbook for the wedding. My goal was to have it done over April Vacation, my new goal is to have it done by our anniversary. I really need two desks, one for scrapbooking, and one for sewing. It's such a paint to clean up all of the supplies from one activity and lug out the other supplies for the opposite activity. On another somewhat related note, do you know how expensive scrapbooking is? Jeepers, I think this wedding scrapbook is going to cost me more than the wedding.
Continuing down the depressing path. Bike Week is coming soon and it will be a miracle if I don't run away. I don't even know why they call it bike WEEK it is 10 days long. Kill me now. It basically, in my eyes, consists of tons, literally, tons of people on juiced up motorcycles speeding past our apartment for 10 days, constantly. They also seem to flock to the diner downstairs and like to smoke outside. I can't tell you how many times I woke up last year to the smell of bikers smoking fat stogies and cigarettes outside. If only they had bike week in February when I didn't have to have my windows open. That would also probably mean about 10,000 fewer people would go. Sounds ideal to me.
Since this has been such a hateful post, like I said, stream of consciousness, here are some pretty pictures I took on a walk with Penny the other day.
OMG it's way past my bedtime and I haven't even showered yet.
Goodnight. Give yourself a pat on the back for being a good friend/family member and reading this whole post if you made it all the way to here!