The Never Ending Projects
I have myself in quite the mess. I am calling in the Never Ending Project Syndrome. You see, I started this before the Open House and never quite got it finished. Now it is in the way and needs done and out of there but, I paint and paint and paint and there seems to be no end to it. And then I got myself into this project. A man at our church goes to two nursing homes every Sunday and worships with the residents. What a ministry he has! I offered to make walker/wheelchair bags for his (what I thought was a little) flock. Two Sundays ago, I told him that I would have them in a week for him and oh, by the way, how many do you actually need? My mind was wrapped around the number 12. THIRTY! was the number I heard him say. "THIRTY!" I repeated just a trifle louder and more panicked than I probably should have. Thirty it is. I offered. So I am sewing and sewing and sewing and sewing. And then these little buggers. I had my Dad cut these way back in January....
