I have “just one more thing” syndrome. To others, it mostly looks like chronic lateness mixed with insanity. However, in the moment that I am having these brilliant ideas, I feel like time is an irrelevant and malleable construct in which I can warp to fit my gnawing desire to complete JUST ONE MORE THING before I leave the house. One more thing before I go to bed. One more thing before I start that project or chore that I’ve been putting off.
Being a task-oriented yet capricious person is super frustrating. I need to get things done. I only want to do things that I’m inspired to do. That makes no sense at all. So I invent things to do when I have a whole task list of other things to do that can’t even be completed in time. It’s totally maddening — I can’t help myself.
So, the words “Yeah, I have this exciting project, and it will probably only take one hour” really did leave my mouth yesterday. I had bought the Dear Stella Dress Me at the Playground fabric because I saw it and was thinking I could make a play mat for my niece and nephews for Christmas. Better get the fabric now because who knows how long it would take me to make it, you know, I’m oh so busy with opening a new school and moving the last of our belongings and renovating our kitchen and a baby and all.
Of course all the beautiful fabric arrived, and along with it came the rationalizations: I’m actually going to see my niece this weekend, she’s driving 9+ hours to get up here, maybe I could make her a play set to take home in the car…it’ll be small and reeeaaaally quick.
I decided to make a pillowcase with French seams (only 15 minutes, it promises!) and it would be great for the car. Well, let’s wash and dry the fabric and see what happens with my time. Oh OK, I can iron the fabric too. Just one more thing.
I tell my friend I have a cool one-hour project. She gives me the knowing side-eye, and says “Sure.” I got home and I was just going to make some of the clothing pieces. The instructions for the clothing print are to “cut them out, adhere to fusible fleece or flannel, and they’ll stick to the Dress Me fabric.” Oh no, that’s too simple. Fusible fleece falls off and the edges will ravel. So I stitch around EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING. Well, I start to, at least. I get through about one-third of the clothing pieces, and then baby comes home and we do baby things until he goes to bed at 7:30PM. OK, I’ll do the other two-thirds before I go to bed and won’t cut anything tonight, I’ll just sew. Hm, it’s only 9:30PM. I could cut the pillowcase pieces. Hm. It’s only 10PM, the pillowcase is only 15 minutes right? Wow. It’s 11:15PM. But I have this extra fabric to make a pouch to hold the clothing pieces, and the sewing machine is out anyways. HOW IS IT MIDNIGHT ALREADY?
Morning. grrghsnrrgh. Ben: do you have to BE anywhere this morning?? Me: ughhh. Baby: <waah> slog slog slog. Nursing while sleeping is a thing right? Brain: YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF.
In the afternoon, I need a mental break because I’m tired. Go figure. I decide to cut out some pieces of clothing. I decide to cut all pieces of clothing. I decide to organize and take pictures of clothing. I decide to finish the project. I DECIDE TO BLOG ABOUT THE PROJECT. WHY? WHYYY?
Ok, it was more like 5 or 6 hours. 5 or 6 hours that I should have been 1) working, 2) sleeping, 3) organizing the craft room in order to make room for the move, 4) doing ANYTHING ELSE. I hope my niece finds it as fun as I do — I just want to sit around and make outfits for the bunny and the cat. But I “know my limits”.
Funny post and cute project aside, “just one more thing” is a real problem for me, and I hate that I feel literally compelled to do something other than what I need to do. I just can’t help it when there are so many awesome things to do. I have always been this way. I need to learn how to stop myself from giving in to the instant gratification of awesome things in order to do other things that lead to greater and more awesome things.