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Bad Timing

What I need to be doing right now is making stockings. I need to have been making stockings for several months now, in fact; I should have a ton already in stock, a press kit ready and sent out to magazines by now, samples to take to stores.

I don't have any of this. I haven't done a thing, and there are about five million things I'd rather do, and have been doing: make more dresses, make a skirt, make a blouse, experiment with resizing some tiny vintage patterns I have, reorganize the studio, make aprons, declutter the house, cook some lemon curd, bake an angel-food cake to go with it, go swimming, anything anything except think about Christmas stockings.

This is what always happens. I don't even dislike making stockings, but because I am supposed to be doing it the appeal has vanished. Whatever I'm doing, something else seems more fun.

I will buckle down eventually, and it will be okay, but it will be the hectic and crazy kind of okay that leaves me overworked, understocked, and completely sick of fake fur by the beginning of December, swearing that next year, NEXT YEAR, will be different: I will start early, I will pace myself, I will plan everything out so that there doesn't have to be all this scrambling. Hah.