I am what I am. . .

Okay, I'm hanging my head in shame.  Can it really be May 21st?  Anyway, it hasn't been as long as last time since I blogged.  Not really sure that I'm cut out for blogging, but I'm trying.

I'm thinking of changing my house around.  I need to do something to make it more appealing to myself.  I used to love being in my little house, and puttering around, and I don't anymore.  If I'm home alone (which I used to adore), I am usually doing laundry, reading in my room or working in the garden.  I don't even move my stuff (meaning my collections) around anymore.  So naturally I thought, "I should change the furniture around."  Which led to, "I think I will move my sewing room back out into the den."  Which led to, "I need a bookcase for my bedroom."  So I guess this is what I'm going to be spending my vacation taking care of.  I was going to go out of town for a couple days with mom, but I don't think I will since  Brett will be leaving the following weekend, and I will miss him so much that I want to spend the time with him.  He's pretty awesome.  

In the spirit of making my house more appealing, I've been making a huge mess sorting through stuff in my bedroom.  Why does this ALWAYS mean I have a bigger mess to clean up than I originally had?  I really need to ruthlessly cull out my closet and dressers (that's right, I said DRESSERS).  Ruthlessly.  I also need to organize the absolutely ridiculous amount of shoes that I have accumulated.  Ideas and suggestions are welcome. 

A proposal that I and a coworker submitted to present at the Florida Association for the Education of Young Children was accepted so I will be shopping for a decent suit and sexy shoes soon.  I'm kind of thinking red.  Or purple.  We will present a workshop on Implementing the Project Approach Across the Domains in September.  This is a pretty big deal, and I'm pretty pleased with myself, I must say.

This weekend I will be working on building my potting bench.  I have a bunch of reclaimed wood just waiting to be made into something wonderful.  Why haven't I had the motivation to just do it?  It won't even take that long, I think.  I just need to do it.  Maybe getting the house in order will inspire me.  One can hope.