I work better under pressure, or with a deadline, and a very close one at that.
Ben's gone back to work this week and I have nothing on my calendar for two whole weeks. I could have done anything I wanted.
I have two long-awaiting commissions, two galleries that can really use some more pieces, one where I should replace the pieces. A few other learning commitments, like Ali and the Design Merit Certificate. A piece awaiting fringing, three pieces awaiting wet-finishing, and a few I'd like to wash again before I take them to galleries.
Monday I cleaned the inside of the house big time, and I dyed a whole bunch of stuff, wishing to ease myself back into fibery things. (I did my first ever bohmaki pole-wrapping technique and though there is tons to learn there, I do like the shapes this technique creates.)
Tuesday I cleaned the kitchen, cleaned my desk and resorted my piles and put most books back where they belong, started reading a novel, sewed buttons on my Kaz project baby hats for charity.
Around Wednesday things started to get a little fuzzy, but in short, I did not go outside to work in the garden in spite of by-then seven continuous gloriously sunny and mostly calm days, though inside the house was unpleasantly cold inside.
I'm struggling to get back into my "normal" schedule because I realized I don't have a normal schedule; I need a timetable, and some goals, pinned on the wall. I've also been having a crisis in confidence of sorts, which has to do with the Internet, and that's set me back a little; I'll tell you about this when I have some conclusion or resolution.
Anyhoo, today is the eighth gloriously sunny and calm day, and bitterly bitterly cold inside, so we're going outside for a while.