Some wee little things in Grandma's Afternoons

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Through the Eye of The Needle

I've been tempting fate these days only from sun up to sun down, but in my estimation seems like a long time.  Not much gloom and doom just multiple stresses that keep me from getting things done which in turn causes forgetfulness then creates confusion followed by doing 6 things at once and before you know it, it is sun down and I could play it all backwards and get back to where I started in the day only to find out that the first thing I attempted in the morning was still not completed.  Boy, that summed it up nicely.  
So on my way to the bathroom this morning I plugged  in the kettle to make a coffee, put the light on in my room and realized I left my dresser drawer open.  When I walked over to close it I noticed my dresses all hanging neatly one after the other and decided they needed to be put back into the wardrobe bag. In the back of my closet I found the black wool coat I thrifted about a year ago and remembered I'd not yet repaired the button or altered the sleeves.  I remembered why I'd not got at it last year and that is because we spent the Winter away, knowing I'm home this Winter I'd better get'r done.  
Here is my thrifted black wool jacket

Ya I know even the tag is still on it.

Out with the thread box.

Cut off the buttons that are just hanging and try and find others.

Nothing matches the MAJORA buttons, they are unique and can't be found on line either.

The top decorative button is missing and I'll continue my quest for this button 
but in the meantime I'll need to plug the kettle back in.
So I "ate that frog" according to Brian Tracy in his book if you eat a frog first thing in the morning you can tell yourself that is the worst thing you will have to do that day.  I think the real meaning behind this is do the hardest task first then get on with your day.  LOL, seems everything I go to do these days are the hardest task. Ok, the pity party is over I'm going to get coffee and prepare lunch for my French Gardener so he will keep working at his tasks of the day. 
Oh and BTW through the eye of the needle had nothing to do with sewing my jacket, no, more to do with me being on one side of the needle and all the jobs being threw the eye of the needle and the two not fitting together.
Oh happy day, Cindy