That Rag Bag Crochet project I was supposed to finish this weekend? Yeah, its not done.

I have really good reasons… justifications… excuses though.

So I recently found myself with new bed sheets. That meant I had old bed sheets. That meant I had a rag crochet project. After I saw the rag crochet tote bag that Laughing Purple Goldfish made, I new what my old bed sheets wanted to be. So I spent a week or so cutting up sheets and turning them into “yarn”. That is always the slowest part of any rag crochet project. But I got all that done and I was going to bang out the bag this weekend.

That was the plan.

Here it is Tuesday and I have a half-fished bag and pile of pitiful excuses.

Reasons I am Not Done With My Rag Bag Crochet

1) The internet did not break. If it had, I would probably be done. Sadly it stayed on, all dependable like, the entire weekend. So I went browsing. I watched a few shows. I over-dosed on the news. I spent hours sitting at my computer like a goober when I should have been hooking on that bag.

2) I’m reading a dead tree book. Its a paperback to be precise. Dead tree books, especially paperbacks, can’t be propped up too well. You have to go through all the trouble of holding them in your hands in order to read them. If I had been reading something on my Nook, which can be propped up and switched to large text, I could have stitched AND read at the same time. A word to the wise, dead tree books are bad for getting your crafting done.

3) Cowardly Boy Cat kept stuffing his big, fat butt into this itty bitty box. He did it all weekend. Every time I looked over he was crammed in tight, inside this box. It was freaking adorable. So of course I had to grab my camera a take his picture every time. Last night I realized I have 31 pictures of him sitting in that stupid box.

Now you know. A wasted weekend. I might have actually managed to squeak it out and finish but I went out to buy a Cherry Coke from the vending machine and got snagged by a friend who had just broken up with his girl friend. He need to bitch and complain, tell me every little detail, share his pain over a beer. So I sipped on my warm (and cheap) beer, did not get my Cherry Coke (!!!), and didn’t finish the tote bag.

Napoleon Hill (an American with a very unfortunate name and the founder of the personal success genre) said

The majority of men meet with failure because of their lack of persistence in creating new plans to take the place of those which fail.

My new plan? Err… finish the bag.

P.S. My daily Cherry Coke is kind of important to me. I look forward to it ALL day. I never allow myself to buy one of those big boxes of Cherry Coke at the grocery store because I would end up drinking five in one evening and be sick. I make myself buy them one at a time from a vending machine that rips me off about every third purchase. Now, last night there was no Cherry Coke and I am REALLY looking forward to tonight’s Cherry Coke. This evening, when I go get my Cherry Coke, no one had better get in my way. I’m just saying.