Saturday, November 21, 2009

You call them napkins. I call them distractions.

My name is Jill.

And I am a procrastinator.

With 12 hours left before the first of the family trickled in for T-giving, I had a very long to-do list. Did I cross things off my list? Well, no. I started cleaning the grey cottage studio -- trying to transform the craft emporium into suitable guest quarters, when I got distracted by some red & white floral, rejected as quilt binding, reborn as cloth napkins. They please me, however, no one else will notice. They may notice the bits of fabric and thread on the carpet, the unmade bed, the ironing board in the middle of the room.

Silly girl.


molly said...

If I were your guest I would notice ;) and admire the practicality of having the ironing board conveniently open at the ready. Happy Thanksgiving!

Amy said...

I would notice too. And I would notice a happy hostess instead of a stressed out one!

Elizabeth said...

I had to smile at the title of your post. Lovely napkins?