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Getting it done, part 10

Part 10!!!

I feel like part 10 should merit a celebration -- here we are at the end of March, and I am actually still sticking to my resolution to get things done!

Yes, some weeks have been more productive than others.  Yes, I still have to constantly remind myself of the "rules" and to put the phone down....but overall, I know I am accomplishing a lot more in my project room, and I'm feeling really good about being able to continue to make progress, even after the kids are out of school for the summer and I go back to work in the fall. Will the progress slow down?  Of course.  But the backlog is getting cleared out, and the new projects will hopefully be fun, inspired, and timely (or time sensitive!) -- to keep me progressing.

So, part 10:

1. More mending.  I believe as soon as I clear out the mending pile, the clothes and the things conspire to make this a never-ending process. I mended the "Anna" dress, a play silk, the dining room rug, and the hem of a lovely dress of mine that hopefully still fits me.

2. Spring play dresses for my girls and their cousin.  These will be perfect for Easter Egg Hunting and beyond.


3. White-on-white hairbows for my girls.  Their old white-on-white hairbows were dirty beyond my ability to wash them -- still fine for play, but not so nice for Sunday dress. New hairbows will debut on Easter Sunday.  Do you still do new clothes on Easter Sunday? How about a "bonnet" or hat?


4. A new set of sheets for the guest room (also known as the project room!).  I monogrammed these -- please don't think I sewed my own set of sheets.

5. Installation of tufting buttons on the formerly-yellow-now-grey chair.  From the front, the chair looks finished.  From the back, however, it is obvious that it still needs more work.  Sweet hubby and I were expecting to advance more on it last night, but then the "baby" woke up and couldn't fall back asleep.  We are hoping to finish with this chair before Sunday night, when a dear friend is planning to spend the night with us -- it would be nice to be able to clean up the guest/project room a little bit for them.


6. A roadrunner costume for my little bird.  Her kindergarten class put on a "living zoo."  Each child was tasked with creating their own costume.  We made a tail and wings out of cardboard, reclaimed elastic (from an old fitted sheet I cut up to use on the chair), hand-painted feathers (painted on reclaimed paper), and a few found feathers.  Her beak was cut from a toilet paper roll.  I hot-glued feathers (the only thing I bought for this project) onto a headband for her head piece.  Her costume was adorable. 


7. It's not really a crafty project, but it might lead to some -- I cleaned out the "to be embroidered" and "gifts" boxes.  I have a better idea of what is in the boxes now, so I'll be able to pull from them the next time I need a quick gift, rather than feeling like I need to run to the store.  I've got a cute stash of embroiderable/monogrammable baby things, and a handful of toys and jewelry gifts for older gift recipients.  I had forgotten about a few of the items, and it was nice to see that I won't need to shop for mother's day this year. Also, having straightened up these boxes is more visually pleasing in the mess that is the "room of requirement."

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