Procrastination
Mar. 26th, 2011 04:45 pmI have a dress that I need to make.
I have it all cut out. To be honest, I cut it out almost two years ago, I think. I love the pattern, I love the fabric, I know that it'll be beautiful when it's done, and I desperately need new garb.
There's just one problem. I hate sewing.
I've been stalling on putting this darn thing together for... well, for at least two years, obviously. I decided last week that I was going to get off my backside and sew it together. Since then, I have attained epic levels of stalling. I've tidied up the crafts room in preparation. I've decided to work on a cross-stitch project instead. I've translated two recipes for Cook's Guild tomorrow. I've painted my toenails. I've sorted and refolded my costume bins. I am now rewatching movies I don't even particularly like.
I'm usually so good at finishing things that I start - and all I need to do is go up the damn stairs, pull a chair into the crafts room, thread the stupid sewing machine, and start. Even if I just sewed the lining for the bodice together today, it'd be a start. Instead I'm writing about the fact that I'm not doing it. That is so incredibly meta-procrastinating that it makes my eyes cross just to think about it.
I should go upstairs and start this right now.
Or I could go reread ElfQuest comics.....
I have it all cut out. To be honest, I cut it out almost two years ago, I think. I love the pattern, I love the fabric, I know that it'll be beautiful when it's done, and I desperately need new garb.
There's just one problem. I hate sewing.
I've been stalling on putting this darn thing together for... well, for at least two years, obviously. I decided last week that I was going to get off my backside and sew it together. Since then, I have attained epic levels of stalling. I've tidied up the crafts room in preparation. I've decided to work on a cross-stitch project instead. I've translated two recipes for Cook's Guild tomorrow. I've painted my toenails. I've sorted and refolded my costume bins. I am now rewatching movies I don't even particularly like.
I'm usually so good at finishing things that I start - and all I need to do is go up the damn stairs, pull a chair into the crafts room, thread the stupid sewing machine, and start. Even if I just sewed the lining for the bodice together today, it'd be a start. Instead I'm writing about the fact that I'm not doing it. That is so incredibly meta-procrastinating that it makes my eyes cross just to think about it.
I should go upstairs and start this right now.
Or I could go reread ElfQuest comics.....