This brings up my current crafting crisis–namely, I have too many crafts. Right now, my passion is painting, but I need to get ready for the Bash, so I have to do a lot of metalwork, which I also enjoy, which makes me want to make some jewelry, and it all spins ’round again. Also, I’m itching to torch some glass.

I know, boo hoo. I’m complaining that I have too many toys. Get a life, Lo.

My husband and I are trying to start a home business. My attention span wore off about three days before we were supposed to launch.

Accompanying this bad attention span is a poor memory. I can memorize quotes, verses, instructions, directions. But ask me to remember a person’s name or an event I am supposed to attend, a form I am supposed to fill out, or a date in the future? Good luck with that.

This is a constant struggle for me, and it’s one I haven’t yet figured out how to overcome. Buy a calendar, you say. I have one. Get a PDA, you say. I have one. Get a phone with an alarm, you say. I have one.

A friend asked me to participate in something I love, with people I love. I forgot about it entirely, and only remembered four hours after I was supposed to have been there today. It was important, and I muffed it. There are excuses I could use, but I could have overcome them all. This was my fault.

So not a good day today.

month in blogland. Since my little toughie is all boy, I’m joining in. I’ve already cut out two shirts, one using an old shirt of my grandfather’s. I’m also working on Gideon’s room this month, per my room-a-monthalong.

Speaking of the room-a-monthalong, did I finish my January goal? Hehehehe. Heh. Heh. No. But I worked on it! I rearranged the furniture and worked on getting my craft stuff into order. I failed. But there is always tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the next. Hmmm. I may have discovered my problem.

But this month I’m celebrating the boy!

But that is what I shall be doing tomorrow morning when I take Tim to SeaTac for a business trip. And so, with my baby noisily sucking his fingers beside me, I bid you good night.

Today’s post is brought to you courtesy of my new haircut.  I’ve been experimenting with hollow beads today:

Hollow CIM Chalcedony, DH Triton and Gaia frit, CIM clear dots.

Hollow Vetrofond Smoke Rings

Hollow CIM Sangre with Triton frit

Effetre transparents and opaques with Triton frit

Hollows: CIM Kryptonite with Effetre Periwinkle swirls, Unknown Frantz box pink with Effetre dark lavender swirls

The crowning glory! Trans grass green with leaf cane and applied flowers. On a hollow bead!

Anyhow. Theresa, the Keyboard Biologist, has committed to improve her house, one room, one month, at a time. Since my house is pretty much undecorated (also, at this moment, a wreck), it seems to me that I could stand to do the same thing. The whole idea came from this post, and there is now a list of people participating. So, in the interest of making something happen, and possibly making the house crawling-baby-friendly before he gets to that stage (in about seven minutes), here’s my list. Now, I don’t have 12 rooms, so I’m splitting some things up:

1. Crafting half of the front bedroom
2. Gideon’s half of the front bedroom
3. Our bedroom
4. The upstairs and downstairs closets
5. The back porch and sliver’o'yard
6. The kitchen
7. The dining room
8. The living room
9. The upstairs bathroom
10. The downstairs bathroom
11. The stairs (okay, I’m reaching now)
12. The upstairs hallway.

And that, folks, is every single inch of my 1100-square-foot townhouse. Progress photos to come. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

And some DWTS. Go Donny!