The perils of multitasking

Why not just have a sit-down in a comfy chair, enjoy a glass of wine and watch a bit of Wallander on the telly?

Why not indeed?

I'll tell you why not: because so much MORE fun could be had by attempting to set up a beading-the-legs-on-chicken-brooches session on a lap-tray in front of the telly and then DROPPING the box of beads at just the WRONG moment (is there ever a right moment for dropping a selection box of beads?)

and then spending 3/4 of the programme on your knees with a dustpan and brush saying "it's OK, you carry on watching, I'll only be a minute....just got to get the ones under the armchair..."

and then spending an hour the next morning washing the dog hair and dust bunnies off the beads using a variety of sieving utensils.

Pah.

Play

Front

I discovered a book about how what you do for a living should be as much like play as possible (I haven't read it, just reserved it at the library).  In the meantime, I've been playing with my embellisher, because it is still sitting on my desk from the weekend's experiments.  But how can I get paid  for doing this?  That's the question.  Hopefully all will be revealed...

Back

My husband suggested that because the sewing machine and embellisher are now "out" on the same desk, perhaps I could work them simultaneously, a bit like Jean Michel Jarre or Rick Wakeman...two foot pedals, two pieces of work, off the embellisher and onto the sewing machine.  Now THAT's multitasking...