Getting it done, part 5

I made Easter basket liners! For all three babies! And they have their names on them, and I used up some things that have been in my stash....I bought zero things for this project, which feels great. I'm mostly happy with the result -- I combined a bunch of tutorials found online, and the only thing I'd really do differently if I did it again (but I probably won't have any reason to do it again....) would be to put the pleats around the curve/at the end away from the handle of the basket. I'm not taking them apart and re-making them, because....DONE is better than perfect.

I'm inching ever closer to finishing the stars quilt -- bit by bit, it is getting done.

I also tackled a pile of mostly-finished UFOs, and have had a few (new) items need mending. To my dear sweet hubby: I'm so sorry it took me over a year (maybe 2?) to finish hemming your pants. It is totally ridiculous and unreasonable that I let them sit in the closet, pinned and ready to go on the sewing machine, for so long.

Also, monogrammed some cute little dresses for my girls.

And I've been spending a lot of time getting something else done -- job applications and a new resume. Who new that my resume needed to be totally overhauled? I wouldn't have known if I hadn't plucked up the courage to ask a trusted friend who has many years of experience working in HR....and now, I'm so very glad that I did ask, and also kicking myself for not asking sooner. Why on earth is asking for help so very difficult? Send good vibes on the job search, and pray that I know the right job when it comes to me. Also pray that once I decide, that I truly stop searching, so that I won't have FOMO job regret but will instead have peace believing that I'm in the right place at the right time.

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