I've Got Things to Do

So I have a new project. Ok, several.

The first is...a family portrait!

No one in our circle of friends is a picture-taker, so there are very few pictures of N and I together. Or separately, for that matter. Anyway, I have decided to shell out the cash to have a professional photographer take pictures of us, so I am in the midst of deciding on locations and props and trying to remember how to put on makeup. Yesterday afternoon I actually found myself watching a video tutorial on the internet on how to do my curly hair--made by a college student! I was complaining to N, "How can eighteen-year-olds be so good at this stuff! It's absolutely ridiculous! They've only been on earth for eighteen years and their mom probably did their hair for half of that! How is that enough time to be an expert?"

To which N replied, "Well, you can get really good at anything if its all you do for five or six years." Right. Good point.

Well, I missed that stage in my development, and I am now reduced to asking teenagers for help. Blarg.

Anyway, we're going to give prints of the resultant pictures to our parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles, so it is like hitting a bazillion birds with one stone!

This photo shoot is something I really want to do, but I still have mixed feelings about it. Who wants to see pictures of us anyway? We're no longer cute newlyweds, and we don't have an adorable child to show off. I sometimes doubt that the two of us count as a family. And that's why I need the pictures--to prove that we ARE a family and we ARE valuable and worthwhile as people, even though we don't have children here on earth.

Also, I got a a veritable SHEAF of 40% off coupons to the fabric store in yesterdays paper, so I went hog-wild. I'm making a shower curtain for the bathroom-in-progress and also a dress to wear to the Renaissance Festival in a couple of weeks. I might not be able to complete it in time, but I thought I would give it a shot. I just finished reorganizing my office. I took out the daybed, moved my desk, added a bookshelf, and now I have room for an actual sewing table. It's so exciting! Now I don't have to dig my sewing machine out of the basement every time I want to use it, the process of which often makes me reconsider my desire to use the dang thing.

My third project is to focus on getting more sleep. Not just more, but more regular. I go to bed way too late during the week, oversleep, then go through the next day groggy and frazzled. Then I sleep 10-11 hours on the weekends. Apparently this isn't healthy.

Last night was kind of a bust though. I went to bed at 10pm, which was amazing! N, always the supportive husband, went to bed at the same time. Then he woke up very early and couldn't go back to sleep, and then his "getting ready for the day" routine at 4:00am woke me up. I was able to go back to sleep finally, but I slept kind of fitfully and then overslept. We might have to work on this a little bit more.