tiny detour

There's something to be said about being flexible, about sometimes diverting from common sense. If I had listened to my inner business brain and ignored my crafty fingers, I would have - totally should have - worked on making purses or serging cashmere scarves or tagged or done SOMETHING relevant to our upcoming show at Bucktown. I know, cuz I laid out all the things I've made yesterday night, and it's not nearly as much as I like to have.

"what's all the fuss?" my little boy sleepily asked late Saturday night as he stepped all over the goods I had put out. While my business brain furiously made a mental list of the artistic holes that needed to be filled, little kielbasa realized we would be in it for the long haul. "we both are gonna be so sleepy tomorrow", he sighed, and settled perpendicularly on an empty spot on the carpet in the hallway, turning himself into a slumbering doxie speedbump that was sure to do the job of waking him up when I tripped over him on the way to our bedroom.

We both awoke on Sunday morning with the full intention of following through with the plans we made the night before. Me, sewing, and Baxter, well, sleeping, because I kept him up so late. Except for the time he managed to spy a kitty in our backyard which caused momentary mayhem, Baxter otherwise did a fine job executing his snoozing plan. My plan to sew the day away? Totally out the window.

But had I listened to my business brain, my crafty fingers wouldn't have made all this. A couple of rings, a couple of pendants, and even a pin, things that I had started had started on my brief overnight stay with Robin a few weeks ago, that I have been itching to finish cuz I now can most definitely confirm that I am that person who gets her gratification from staring at the visually intriguing. Hopefully, the shoppers at Bucktown will be equally gratified by my digressions. :)