Tonight when I got home from work, in the dark and with the temperature in the single digits, I spent approximately 2.6 minutes tidying up, then decided the couch and my snuggly blanket needed my attention.
And then, I may or may not have spent two delightful hours procrastinating via the Five Wonders of social media (Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, Tinder). Go ahead, judge all you like, I know how it sounds.
Anyway, one of the rabbit holes I ventured down, was the depths of my old Instagram pics. I found lots of crafty photos - finished blocks for swaps, quilts that have been completed and gifted and the like, but there were also way too many started projects that haven’t been touched since the day I took that Insta.
So, with nothing to stop me (the children are away), I scrolled through my entire Instagram feed and tagged all of my unfinished projects. Okay, well not quite all of them, but all of the Instagrammed ones anyway.
If I was going to be completely honest about this, I’d go through all of my archived projects, the ones B.I. (Before Instagram) and photograph them too. I’m a little afraid that those ones would be more embarrassing, mostly because I know that my taste has changed quite a lot in that time.
The winner is my Washi crosses, at 179 weeks young:
I loved this fabric, so I’m not sure why I didn’t make any further progress with this one. I guess the next hot, young fabric range caught my eye and I moved on.
Anyhoo, I dare you to out some of your Insta-UFO’s. Mine can be found on Instagram via #nameandshameUFO.
P.S. In case you’re wondering how the couch story ends…the need to wee trumps laziness, so two hours was my limit.