Not MIA, just on a diet

A computer diet, that is. Like everything good, it's all about moderation and I decided my time spent on the computer needed some serious moderation. Last week I put myself on a crash diet, only checking email and answering what I felt necessary in the morning, then the computer was turned off during the day. In the evening I did a quick check of email and a few blogs. I really thought it would be hard, but actually, it felt pretty good, freeing. See, I haven't worked out that system, that routine, that allows me to get done in real life all the things I feel are important and still devote time to my blog. It would be great if I could quickly write a post in the morning and forget about it the rest of the day. It doesn't work that way for me. I'm not a quick poster and the part of me that is a little obsessive compulsive will not let me post and forget about it. Just one more thing to add to the ever growing list of things I need to work on, because I want to continue to blog, but I also want to keep things in the proper perspective.

Now that I've survived the first week of my crash diet, I think I'll be a little less strict next week. Besides doing some much needed house cleaning, some of the things that have kept me busy in the sewing room have been these pillows.

They were commissioned by a lady who saw my teacup aprons and thought they would make nice pillows.

I also spent many hours (many, many) folding my fabric. I told Monica she changed my life with her post on folding fabric and I was serious. There are some lessons you learn that stay with you the rest of your life. It may sound quite dramatic, but this is certainly one of them for me. I am a neat-freak flunky. I want to be neat and have things around me organized, but most of the time it just isn't to be. It's like I'm fighting a losing battle every day. Monica has given me a wonderful tool to help me in my ongoing battle. Like I said, it took me hours, but I consider this a real victory and now that I know how to fold this way, my fabric shelf will never again look like this.

This picture was taken several months ago. My fabric had really gotten out of control and I had a hard time finding anything. I recruited my nieces to come help me reorganize.  First everything came off the shelves.

Oh my.

It took 3 or 4 hours but we managed to get it all folded and back on the shelves.

Better, but still a little messy and not what I wanted it to look like. After 3 days of folding (I'm not joking) it looks like this. Cue the music that sounds like angels singing.

If Monica were here, I'd give her a great big kiss. I could just sit and look at it in all it's neatly folded glory. Yea, I'm a dork.