...identity? Well, sort of - more a case of not knowing what day it is. Me being the mistaken one, namely because I changed my routine... I live by the order of the list you see and when I ignore the list and go it alone, I get confoosed... very, very, confoosed. I blame Grim too... having been off sick this week has also thrown my days out. He is still suffering, this flu thing really is a nasty one! So. The cautionary tale started on Thursday morning, bright and early, when I decided that I was going to write lists for myself... like I said, I live my life by the list. On said list for Thursday, along with the banalities of "washing" and "drying" and even worse "ironing" were some notes to self saying "cut 40 tags" next to "stick book pages to Clearly For Art" and "stamp 90 butterflies". Which is exactly what I did. Well, I fib ever so slightly because Mount St Hels' ironing mountain is still intact (well, what's the point of having a list if you are going to do everything on it each day...)
Anyways. I went off to the Room of Stash and did the tag cutting and the book page sticking, nay and thrice, I even did the butterfly stamping... and why? In readiness for my teaching at Busy Bee's Dabble Day in Sheffield today. That there tag is what we will be making btw. Where am I going with this meandering tale? Well, I did all the cutting and sticking and stamping and then I decided that I would do the rest of the die cutting and ribbon cutting and even popped them all into 30 envelopes ... meaning the whole class was kitted. I then hit on the idea, being as I was "on a roll" that I would sort out the Distress Inks & Stains I needed to take with me... boxing them up (instead of chucking them all into the boot of Ferdy, I decided to be organised!) and then boxing up heat tools and baby wipes and spatulas and paint... and as I was going along with all this hefting of boxes, I started to panic ever so slightly. I mean, look at the time! It was gone 8pm and I was faffing about and still hadn't done my hair, had a bath (probs the bath would come first lol), we hadn't had tea and I needed an early night because I have to be up at 4.45am and... and... and...
OH! It is Thursday... NOT Friday! You see, the moral of the story is this: if you are of slatternly persuasion (like what I am) and you are a last-minute kinda gal (oh yesh, all my classes are kitted on a Friday afternoon lol), do not, under any circumstance, change your habits... because you will lull yourself into a false sense of what day it is. I have to say, I was ever so relieved but I did feel rather foolish, I mean, how can one person, in the space of two hours, go from happily passing through Thursday to jumping to Friday evening? Huh? Anyways... it is now Friday evening and I am scheduling this post to publish itself for me... the wonders of Blogger eh? Right, I shall away... Thanks for looking and have a wonderful weekend! TTFN