I am so far behind in LO's, cards and working on the wedding invitations I'm doing that this passion for papercrafts and scrapping is starting to be not fun for the first time ever.
I have an ever-growing list o' scrappy-type things I have to do - and it's scary. And that's not taking into account the other things in life like going to work (and having my head also at work) or getting the seeds started for this summer's garden or finally making the new curtains for my kitchen. Or grabbing a cup of coffee with the girls. Or spending the weekend visiting my kids.
It doesn't help that I am not a speedy scrapper. I am about half an hour away from finishing the LO I started last evening. I worked on it from 7 until midnight and was so happy that I nearly finished it. I never start and finish a project in the same day. I can brood and stew over a single LO for a week or more before it finally comes together. Same with cards.
I see all these little counter thingies on everyone's blogs saying they're doing "50 LO's a week!" or "20 cards by Friday!" and I am amazed. Do these people sleep and eat? Who cleans their house? Do they have kids/husbands/dogs/friends/a life outside scrapping???
HOW DOES EVERYONE GET SO MUCH DONE?????
That question's been bugging me for weeks. So here's what I've figured out.
I think there's some sort of top secret Stepford segment to this industry that no one talks about. Some clandestine headquarters where the head scrapbooking honchos lure rabid scrapofiles with promises of new paper and then turns them into ultracreative, picture perfect, hypertalented papercrafters who scrap and blog and post faster than the rest of us could ever hope to.
That's the only answer. Cuz I don't see anyone else out there like me, struggling to keep up and wondering if their passion is supposed to make 'em stressed.
A blog is a nice place to vent and it's been lovely chatting at you, but I've got to go.
It's time to foldlaundrywhilemakingcardsandwalkingthedogs.
Wish me luck.
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