I mentioned the other day that I had finally gotten around to cutting out the pieces for the quilt that I've been planning to make for about the last year. Afraid that I might lose momentum on the project (again), I decided that I should probably give myself some sort of parameters for the sewing bit. My agreement with myself was that I would piece one row a day, meaning that I could have the rows all done and ready to arrange and stitch together in a little under a month.
It's is probably best to just admit that I have a really hard time starting things. I have a project que a thousand miles long, and this is unlikely to change unless I undergo a radical personality transformation sometime soon. I'll let you know. Anyway, this quilt has been at the top of my list for such a longtime, and it started to seem like the longer it sat there, the more difficult it was to just get on with it already. I am therefore pleased to report that the "row a day" commitment is going swimmingly. In fact, now that I've removed the pressure to finish the project quickly that I usually apply to myself, I find that I'm having a pretty good time piecing the rows and instead of the five I planned on having done at this point in the week, I've done eleven.
Of course, there may be another limiting factor in this situation: in yet another effort to demonstrate that pregnancy is filled with nothing but joy and wonder, I can really only sit down for a few minutes at a time before my ankles totally swell up. Not that you needed to know that.