Trapped in an Ironic State of Crafting Affairs

Readers — No pictures, I know.

I am trapped in an ironic state of crafting affairs. Perhaps you could have guessed that from the title of this post. Well, I’ll be so kind as to elaborate on this sentiment for you in case it is enigmatic.
When you are of a crafting nature, people think of you when they have a craft project that they need to have done. And being excited about the prospect of helping others, I jump at the chance to take on crafting roles of all varieties. And then the procrastination sets in. And I start to long for the day when my crafting docket is empty and I can paint and doodle and draw and build my silly little designs all on my own whims.
So for now I’m trudging through these ridiculous crafts that I’m doing for others (they truly range from the sublime to the bizarre and one is an absolutely hideous mess on my bedroom floor that I suspect will be FILE 13’ed long after its due date). And well, I’ll be honest when I admit that there’s at least one project of my own initiative that I’m procrastinating on (bookshelves!).
I’m going to the Natural State this weekend, which does not imply that I’ll be going nude, but instead that I’ll be going to Nashville, Arkansas to see the Granny and Papaw. My mom and I call this Nashville, “Little N” because when you say you are Nashville bound, people envision you crooning country tunes with a guitar case and greyhound bus ticket to Grand Old Opry Fame. But alas, I’ll leave my Hank Williams dreams in check as I go to Little N this weekend, but I’ll be sure to pack some crafting supplies!
And hopefully I’ll get some work done and have some new gems to share with you all.