It's a wonder I can get anything done. Ever. I must be the slowest person on the planet.
And honestly, I don't know what happens to the time. Why does it take me *forever* to finish something? Daily examples: taking a shower; washing the dinner dishes; vacuuming the rugs; making my lunch.
The latest how-can-it-take-so-darn-long? Curtains.
Ikea. Just remove the top portion, cut it in half horizontally, hem all the sides, and add a rod pocket to the 2 new pieces. Voila!
Ok, six hours later... Voila!
Definitely why I don't enjoy sewing on a deadline--most of the time I don't pay attention to how long things take me. I just plod along at my pace and enjoy the journey. After all, I genuinely *like* sewing.
Finished: the curtains are done in the guest room just in time for sweetie's mom to visit. Yay!