I am in the middle of re-decorating the ex-Queenager's room. It's been ten years. and she's blossomed from an 11 year old into, well, a 21 year old. The cabbage roses needed to go as did the dirty hand prints on various places around the room. This time I'm going for a sophisticated dark taupe/brown with cream curtains and bedding (which we already have). I also found some fabulous accent fabric of vintage post cards with which I will make cushions and curtain tie backs.
Which brings me to my point - that's two projects right there. Painting and sewing. I am also planning to put some large vintage maps on the wall. This could become project number three as I never find what I'm looking for and often end up "doing it myself". In this case it would involve obtaining large maps and decoupaging them onto blank canvases. Very do-able, but another project nonetheless.
If I'm being honest, there are projects all over the house abandoned because of project ennui. If I hadn't done a few baseline tests (with negative results) I would worry that I had adult ADD. There's the bag I'm crocheting out of plastic shopping bags still waiting to be finished, (you cut the plastic into thin strips, connect them all up and crochet as normal), the place mats I'm crocheting out of plain white t-shirts (same principle, crocheting into circles), the green velvet hem I need to add to too-short curtains in another room; that project is ten years old and counting - I genuinely forgot about it as it's a room we rarely use. Let's not even mention the various sewing patterns I buy thinking "Oh I can run that up in no time" - and I can, if I could ever find the perfect fabric, etc. etc.
Even when I'm actually working on a project, I can't seem to finish it in one go. If I'm sewing, I always leave a sleeve or a hem to do the next day. Like with the Ex-Q's room, I couldn't just keep going all day. No, I had to paint one wall, let it dry, give it a second coat then move on to the next wall. Admittedly my deadline is May so there's not much pressure to knock myself out painting for two days straight. But d'you see what I mean?
This could be like this for some time…..
I wonder if it's a bona fide syndrome and if it has a name?