The story of my life.....

No, no...I'm not typing up the story of my life.  That's just what I thought when I realized I'd started a blog with the intention of updating every day, and it's been three weeks.  If there's one thing I'm good at, it's starting something and not following through. 

It's not procrastination, because I start, I just don't finish.  This sorry state permeates my life.  My house is full of unfinished projects.  There are sewing projects without hems, looms warped with weaving I started two years or more ago, I have a story I'm writing that I haven't updated in six months.  Worse, I think my husband is the same.  We tore up some ceiling downstairs seven years ago...it still isn't replaced.  There's no baseboard in my bathroom and my kitchen.  My son's bathroom has spackle on a wall where there was a repair.  Not a sanded, finished, with a new paint job.  Just spackle.  It's been there almost three years.

There's procrastination too of course.  There are more sewing projects not started than half finished.  We had all our windows replaced in January and our old mini-blinds don't fit them.  It's September 30 and there's still a piece of fabric thumb tacked over the window instead of a curtain because I haven't made it yet.  I know what it's going to be; white, linen, tab-topped and simple.  But the linen sits untouched in my closet.  In my defense, I did buy a curtain rod a month ago. 

My house is a mess.  The parts people see are messy.  Really, really, messy.  But not "dirty" or unsanitary.  People wouldn't refuse to eat what I cook due to the state of my kitchen...but they might have problems finding a chair to sit on.  The master bed and bathrooms...not so sanitary.  I've considered writing a date in my own dust!  The carpet hasn't been vacuumed in a long time, because there's usually clothes in the way and God only knows what's growing in my shower.  Yeah...icky.  But it's my dirt, so I guess I don't care.

I'd like to be one of those people who have their life in order.  I'd like to be organized and neat.  I'd like to have the carpets vacuumed once a week and the sinks shining.  I really would.  So why don't I?

I don't know the answer to that question. 

Maybe I'll go clean.

Or sew.

Oh, look...there's something on TV I care nothing about!  Yeah...sloth is definitely my sin.