Okay, so the Stupid Thing I Did is that one morning about two or three weeks ago, I shook my husband's hand after agreeing to not sew anything else before finishing the evil bedroom curtains (His Royal Highness of Muchwork but Tooshort and his companion, Not Evenstartedyet). I can only blame the earliness of the hour and the jetlag that had me in its dark and evil grip.
No Big Quilt.
No hemming of pants.
No baby quilt making (due dates I need to craft for are in December, January, and February).
Nothing. Just curtain-related non-craftiness.
I wonder how long I'll put it off. We'll officially have lived here for one year on September 23rd.