all talk

It's funny how when someone asks me what I've been up to, my mind draws a blank. What do I do really other than go about the usual tasks of keeping house, running errands, and minding the children? And on my "free" time, I... putter. I putter: I drink coffee, I read blogs (see right margin), I ogle Etsy and Anthropologie, I try to write, I take pictures. It's ironic that now that I actually have "free" time, I am less inclined to sew or bake or volunteer or exercise or do some serious reading.

Ugh. I think I have rested enough. I mean, really, why am I so exhausted?? It's the staying up late, drinking too much coffee, and having to wake up early to pack lunches, make breakfast, get the kids ready for school. But if it's any consolation (to me), I have started to ease into my daily routines, and I love that sense of order and efficiency. But still. There are women who do all these things and work full-time. I have no excuse. It's time to take on a new project. It's time to start being productive. I've been putting off sewing some clothes. A bunch of clothes. Pajamas for the girls. A retro top for me (I got this groovy vintage pattern from Etsy a while back). And also a bunch of patchwork blankets that need hand-tying. I need to start baking more bread, especially because I have two relatively new bread-making books -- The Bread Baker's Apprentice and Artisan Breads Everyday -- that I haven't tried a single recipe from.  I also need to take this food styling and photography business more seriously (in both the creative and financial aspects of it). Also, I feel this almost desperate need to work on my, um, intellect (which I feel is deteriorating) by actually reading and having conversations about things -- politics! poetry! critical theory! anything! other than this, the minutiae of everyday life.

Sigh. So much to do, so much time, so little motivation.

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Some unrelated photos taken with the film camera --