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Month's End

To keep myself motivated I'm going to start writing up a little report on how I did with my work, creative and household goals every month. This dog bowl mat was the only quilted project I started and finished in January, but it's cute.

I did get the koi quilt pieced, batted, backed and pinned, and started on the hand quilting, however, and it's big (about 68" square), so I feel pretty good about where I am with my needlework.

Other things I accomplished in January, work-wise: Wrote four new stories for my short story project. Outlined and pitched five novels of a new series for work, which was approved, and started writing the first novel.

On the housework, I cleaned out the kitchen, which had become a semi-cluttered mess over the holidays, and did a little better with getting the rest of my housework done.

I'm not planning anything big for February, just more of the same. I would like to get back to a regular routine with the cleaning but the puppies are still making that a little difficult. Otherwise, happy with my efforts.

Comments

nightsmusic said…
I think you got a lot done! I didn't get much done, but I have a plan I hope to stick to. We'll see how well I do. I was always so disciplined at work but that just never translated to home. I don't know why.

We're under a winter storm watch which I'm sure will turn into a warning by tomorrow. We're supposed to get 10 - 14 inches of snow between Tuesday night and Thursday night. Excited!
Maria Zannini said…
I love that little dog bowl mat. So cute!

Housework! Ugh! I no sooner finish scrubbing and putting away clutter in one room before another one needs rescuing. Getting Greg to help is like asking him to donate an arm, so I've opted to giving him little chores that won't get him so worked up.

If it's a big job where I'll need help, I start reminding him that he's going to have to pitch in on such and such a day, and then keep reminding him daily so he doesn't think I sprung it up on him.

The dogs are less work. LOL!

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