I have a walkaway dress post ready to go, but I need photos of me in it first, and I want to take them in the garden, and it is currently gale force winds... so yeah, that can wait.
I think the antidepressants are kicking in. Or I just had a brain reset by having coffee with Stray. Either way, good timesh.
I am meant to be turning out the bag of saris (I googled, and it seems to be interchangeable with sarees) and working out what I am using for the wedding, and what I need to make to go with them.
Obviously that means I have a clean kitchen, my patterns are neatly organised for the first time ever, I even have a work in progress box (otherwise known as "shit I'll get round to one day"). That it TOTALLY not the negative P word.
That one that is like productive, but is more about doing everything else that doesn't need to be done.
Obviously, blogging was essential too.
I should probably play Hearthstone as well...
Maybe start tidying the lounge... or the kids' rooms...
I have no idea what is wrong with me. I want to do this! I am excited. I get to wear pretties. I am a lumpy white woman with the chance to wear a sari, I am embracing it dammit!