Over two months ago (it could hardly be less) I said, "sure, I would love to swap with you". We set a deadline, a generous month to work something up and the deadline came and went. We decided we were flexible. Another month went by. At least by then I had started my project. It simmered and simmered. Finally, this past weekend, in a fit of resignation (eg: procrastination finally over come), I pulled out the project and glued down a photo, some lace, a yellowed and torn envelope and lots of ancient wallpaper salvaged from my in-law's latest house project. Hmmm. I liked the results.
And it seemed to take very little time when I finally put my mind to it.
Why do I put these things off? We all know the answer to that one. No, I don' want to hear you say you "never". Because I won't believe you..