House of Steph: Stealing time for myself is very tiring

I just knew we'd get some snow! Yeeeah!

And a self portrait...

I'm so tired. Tired really isn't the word. It's more like exhausted, spent, sold, gone, whacked, worn-out, weathered, bushed, and/or beat. All I can think about when I'm out doing what I do is that I want to come home and make something. Something! I have fabric to make two shirts and the patterns that will make it happen. I have fabric to make a quilt from the Bend the Rules Sewing book--it's really good, too. I want to work on Juliet. Three days have gone by without my working on it. I still lack four rows before I can start the body. I would like to start working on a sweater with the new yarn. I want to make a hat for a girl at work. I want to start some flip-top mittens. I have one flip-top mitten that I made from the pattern in Handknit Holidays but the flap is way pointy. No likie. I intend to frog it. Gosh, it must have been two years ago that I made that thing! Anyway, I'm so TIRED when I get home that all I can do is mope around aimlessly. The things I want to do don't really match the things I need to do, which would consist of giving Roosevelt a bath, doing the rest of my laundry, organizing my crafting supplies, and a whole slew of other random but necessary life things.

I managed to steal an hour to make this sweet little needle roll tonight, and the feeling of satisfaction is overwhelming!