I realized today that a 'quiet' life will never be reality for me.   No matter if I haven't worked in 2 weeks, I still will find myself buried in projects that need started/completed.

For the past 3 days I've been working on making myself a corded petticoat for my Civil War reenacting outfit.  It's slow work and my shoulder is killing me, but I'm very pleased with how it's turning out. I'm only 1/2 way done putting the cords in though as I've been working on it in my spare time.

Do you every begin planning a project and suddenly it looms completely out of hand?  Those are a common occurence in my life, but one in particular this past week was a really doozy.  You see, I've become addicted to the Cinnamon Roll recipie by Pioneer Woman and I make it whenever I get the excuse.
So, I began by offering to make a batch for my old Sunday School teacher who is recovering from cancer.
A few days later I was chatting with an old family friend who said I needed to stop by and visit her soon so I said I'd bring along some cinna buns.
Next was my brother. My clutch had gone out on me at my work and he very kindly drove my car home for me and I offered to pay him in cinna buns.
My sister and brother were going to an overnighter at church with their youth group and were supposed to bring something. I figured, hey, what's one more batch?
I started feeling guilty that I never called our mechanic before my brother dropped my car off in his lot....

Get the picture? I ended up making over 13 dozen cinnamon rolls in one afternoon.  Can I just say, I will NEVER be repeating that experience? At least not for a few months!

Tomorrow is another busy day. I need to sew up a skirt for myself, draft a Civil War trouser pattern for my brother, clean around the house, weed and plant in the garden, and loads of other things not worth mentioning.