It took me a while to get to my creativity project this evening - I just crashed last night after DD had her play practice; I even brought my crochet hook and yarn along. I just ended staring at my steering wheel as I sat in the parking lot, hoping that I could make it back from Venice, a whole 3 or so miles away, without falling asleep at the wheel.
Lesson learned? (Cue the South Park boys...) I need a full eight hours of sleep in the night, otherwise my evening hours the next day are useless.
The laundry I was supposed to fold last night had to wait until this evening, but it's all neatly done and put away. Yay! Usually I leave it for days. I still have piles of papers to grade. Not tonight: I have sleeping to do.
Tomorrow I think I'll NOT throw away the over-ripe bananas in the kitchen, but tomorrow make banana bread. Is baking a creative act? I'm assuming that it is, but am I right? If I'm right, why do I feel strange about declaring it so?
I feel the need to explain my creativity project for this evening. I am very proud of this wrap skirt - it's from a free internet pattern and fabric that I love, which I've had for years. It was almost finished, and I was stonewalled by the buttonhole. My sewing machine was not behaving, and I was dreading the buttonhole process - even with the machine I've always been terrible. But the buttonhole was needed to pull the sash through for the wrap and at the end of it all: one more incomplete project to haunt me. I didn't just sew my first buttonhole; I just broke a lifelong habit - for a day.