I’ve never understood the appeal of the New Year’s resolution although it hasn’t stopped me from making a gargantuan list of them in years past. Frankly, the whole idea bears a striking resemblance to a pre-nuptial agreement. Who the hell plans a divorce while they’re planning a wedding? Aren’t these things supposed to last? Makes no sense. Therefore, this year I’ve resolved…to make no resolutions. No resolutions = no chance at failing publicly. I get enough public humiliation by forgetting myself and exiting the house whilst wearing something spandex.
Does this make me lazy? No, it means I’m in full possession of my mental faculties and will live out my philosophy of keeping my mouth shut and simply doing my best. Well, at least the doing my best part. God knows I can’t keep my mouth shut. We’ll see how well THAT all turns out now won’t we. Get back to me in twelve months.
On the quilting front, I have my first finish of 2013.
The top squares are flannel while the backing is Aunt Grace’s 30s reproductions. It finished at a nice kid-sized quilt. On a side note, I love taking pictures in my front yard as it seems to freak out the neighbors, judging by their scurrying indoors when I whip out ye olde camera. Heehee.
Although the year’s young yet, I’ve learned a few things already. Stop gasping in shock.
First up: Lulu the Foofoo seems to be suffering separation anxiety which explains the gastrointestinal upheavals common in my laundry room. Lovely. Mind you, she’s only alone for a few hours a day but apparently that’s sufficient to make her think we’re never coming back. Leave it to us to own a dog with the same anxious tendencies as her owners. I jokingly suggested to the vet about giving her Xanax. She didn’t think it was funny. Suck it, fancy.
Second: I’ve achieved the age where I’m supposed to now start denying how old I really am. At least according to those older than myself. Screw that crap. I’m 39 and fabulous. And jealousy just makes you ugly.
Third: Soda pop withdrawal enhances my innate bitchiness. Should we meet on the street, my best advice is to cross to the opposite sidewalk.
I’ve no idea what 2013 has in store for me and honestly I don’t want to know. I’ll just play it by ear.