I'm at my desk, drowning in raw materials.
To my right, I have one bottle each of safflower and soybean oil. A smaller jar of coconut oil sits in front, not golden like those two but a creamy white color, congealed at room temperature.
To my left is a brand new over-sized cone of ecru-colored cotton yarn.
Should I soap or should I crochet?
Fish or cut bait?
Or have you already realized the truth of the matter? Yeah, I'm putting off housecleaning!
Scholarship Brunch was getting the axe this week. The gal who cancelled has a very sick little girl, and will be taking her to the big city far-far away. I told her that if she'd call everyone, I'd do brunch this month. Which is this week. Which, as a matter of fact, is tomorrow morning.
So, the house needs to be cleaned, the table extended for twelve settings, and I need to figure out what to make.
This leads me back to sitting by patooty in front of my desk, staring at the raw materials, and putting off what must be done.
Let them eat quiche!