A quick prelude to this narrative before we get too far: I have ADHD. Mostly inattentive type. I am spacey as hell. I have a professional diagnosis. But it’s better if you think of ADHD less as “SQUIRREL” and more of an inability to regulate focus. This means I can be really spacey or I can be laser sighted in on one thing. This is called hyperfocus. This weekend was brought to you by hyperfocus.
ON TO THE SAGA.
This weekend, I decided that current MASSIVE project was TOO MUCH and I needed to finish a thing. I’ve had a norse kit on the list of potential projects for a long while so I thought I’d get a start by making a shawl using some trim my Laurel gave me for Christmas (I have the bestest laurel).
Problem: I couldn’t find it. I had put it away in locations unknown.
WELL, FRIDAY NIGHT, MAY AS WELL MAKE THE APRON DRESS and use the opportunity to dig through my stash looking for the trim and if I find it, well good, back to shawl making.
I did not find the trim.
But I did cut out the body of the apron dress.
Saturday: I ran out of folding mostly and whatever, time to sew the apron dress together. 
Huh, that neckline looks good, but boring and UGH, I do not want to flat fell right now. I should make some trim. I JUST LEARNED HOW TO BALTIC STYLE PICK UP INKLE WEAVE FROM MISTRESS EDYTH’S BLOG.
I SHOULD DO THAT. I NEED NAVY WOOL YARN. TO THE STORES. On a Saturday afternoon. Before the Superbowl. Never say that I am a sane woman.
Joanns was a bust.
Michaels was better. I got yarn AND beads and a box and weirdly, Moscow Mule Gummy Bears. There is only a picture of the gummy bears.
The Grocery Store had beer and other good things that I needed for eating. Like yogurt.
So, I did that. And baked cookies. That I burned slightly because I set the oven too high. Oh hi ADHD nice to reassert yourself. BUT I MADE TRIM.
Sunday: ugh coffee and podcasts and stitching down some trim. Eat some cookies, eat some oatmeal. Hem, attach the straps. DONEZO.
OH hey, FRED AND I STARTED AN EARLY PERIOD TUNIC/DRESS LAST SATURDAY WHEN I WAS AT HER PLACE. I NEED TO DO THAT FOR THE WHOLE OUTFIT. Make a tunic. Curse my height because holy balls that’s a long ass seam.
Remember that you didn’t eat lunch…. or had any water since coffee around 4pm. Decide that hemming the tunic can wait.
Declare victory. Play Fallout 4. Drink water, drink beer, eat a quesadilla. Goal is to eat better than my fallout character. Do not put away the folded laundry.
Monday Morning: REMEMBER WHERE THE TRIM WAS. ATTACH IT TO SHAWL WHILE DRINKING COFFEE.
DECLARE VICTORY AGAIN. DIG THROUGH FOLDED CLOTHES FOR PANTS.
Untudored Garb 