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One of my favorite quilt shops has a saying "Just make time to quilt 30 minutes a day."  And I've found I tend to get more projects done when I give them a small amount of time every day as opposed to tackling the entire project several days in a row. I've thought about that a lot this week as our schedule has been out of whack/non-existent since Bobby retired. This is to be our week to get back on schedule. We're not there yet, but we're getting closer. My goal this week is to get caught up on laundry and some housework, and hopefully be back to putting some small amounts of time into projects by the weekend.

So what are some of those "Projects"? :
  • the montly block for Bernina Saturday Sampler
  • finish quilting a quilt I started 2 years ago
  • repair two pairs of pants, two ties, and a pillow for Bobby
  • finish cleaning my sewing room
  • finish a quilt for a senior at church
  • prune the grapevines
  • strip wallpaper in a bathroom
  • finish finding a home for all of Bobby's papework
  • clean the porch railings

I know there's no way on earth I will finish these by the end of the month (I'll be happy if I have half of them done by the beginning of summer!) but I do enjoy having a checklist and being able to check things off. And hopefully as we find a sort of schedule for us to be on, I'll slowly be able to get more and more of them accomplished.  Let the March Madness begin!

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