So I have this quilt that is nearly done. It is a quilt as you go, I have them all pinned into their sandwichs. On my sewing table they sit. It is an ok quilt, a fan quilt made to use up a pile of scraps. So I just don't want to work on it, I guess....Mid quilt I stop to piece a large table runner from a honey bun. Then I clean the oven, and organize a few drawers, finish a wedding gift, embroider six dishtowels. So far my procrastination is following along familiar lines. Every now and then make myself machine quilt a few of the QAG blocks. It is now half done, at least I have that. I work on how I am going to put them together, I make a few samples. Good at least I am making progress. So here now is how I digress. I find a block pattern on line, I like it. I find a fat quarter bundle in a drawer. Great I will make a table runner in Jade, teal and goldenrod. I make four blocks....not enough, sigh, in the process of looking for four more FATs in those colors I clean and organize about half the stash. I am exhausted, go watch some TV, clean the fridge. Next day I cut and stack new blocks...I move the now hated QAG stack to another spot, muttering how I now hate you to the stack. I decide that the table runner needs to be a full size quilt.....I rampage through the sewing room searching for many more FATs in my needed colors. I end up organizing the other half of my stash.....I find the remaining needed colors....I have now depleted my entire FAT stash of teal/jade/goldenrod. I sit in despair at just how much fabric I do have even though for the last two years I have been on a fabric buying moratorium, vowing to sew only from my stash. New vow....clear, sew up all the fabric on that small, shelf over there, a solemn vow. Just to prove my sincerity I pull all the blues from the shelf and put them on another shelf that is all blues. I am redeemed and energized. I cut out all the blocks and partially seam them. I sit at the cutting table congratulating myself on my self control. Oh no I see a pattern for a boxy bag hanging on the wall......what if I just made one from the scraps of the quilt blocks I just cut...I reach for the pattern.....later, much later....I leave the sewing room and see those hated orphan QAG sitting in their new place.....I think, tomorrow I will finish the quilting on those....tell me I am not alone in my particular madness, tell me that some of you have been here at least once in your sewing life. Early this morning I got up went to the sewing room and pin basted the stripy table runner and put it over on the stack of smaller quilts waiting to be done up....we are NOT going to talk about the basket of larger tops waiting to be basted and done up, ok.