There hasn't been much procrastination...

but I am knitting a dishcloth, reading a lot of juicy novels, and rearranging my piles of bills.

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I followed up on some pitch letters.

Instead of tax prep...

I made a tote bag.

There was no procrastination today...

but I did manage to make two crystal rings and enter various sweepstakes from the May issue of Lucky magazine. I flippin' love sweepstakes and raffles.

Instead of finishing my final two product descriptions...

I had networking coffee with a friend, which is always inspiring.

Instead of finishing up some product descriptions...

I made a crystal ring while watching Idol Gives Back (ANTM was a clip show, grr). I did this after having Liz and Jenna over for dinner (my pizza never disappoints).

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I brainstormed lectures and workshops to lead.

Instead of prepping my taxes...

I prepared a fresh batch of Prairie Girl Potions for tomorrow's I Heart Rummage (12-4pm at Chop Suey on Capitol Hill).

Instead of writing pitch letters...

I had a long convo with my best friend Alison. I had a headache though, so I was a bit frazzled during the call. D'oh.

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I cleared out 79 books that I'm going to sell to a used bookstore or take to Goodwill.

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I took a buttload of clothing items—ironed and on hangers—to my local consignment shop. They took 32 items, I took the rest to Goodwill. Godspeed, Nanette Lepore striped pants that never fit.

Instead of making phone calls for Allure...

I read the Rock of Love 2 blog. Gosh, that show is grade-A programming. I especially liked it when Daisy née Vanessa did a spot-on impression of a ventriloquist's dummy during elimination. Reading the blog this morning may have not been productive, exactly, but it was highly entertaining.

Instead of plowing through product descriptions...

I took a walk around Greenlake with a friend, and was reminded how fabulous Seattle smells in the spring and after a rain. I dropped my favorite hand-knitted hat, so we backtracked on the trail and found it hanging from a tree branch. I love this city.

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I finished my Amy Butler camisole and then made a chicken checkbook cover. I'm sewed out.

Instead of writing pitch letters...

I met my new best friend, PR whiz Carilyn Platt of Magnolia Public Relations & Communications, for coffee and brainstorming.

No procrastination today...

Been writing product descriptions since I got out of bed.

Instead of sleep...

I met up a high school friend (and college roommate) for coffee and convo. Back to Seattle today.

Instead of writing product descriptions...

I spent time with my stepsiblings at a bar with a football field painted on the ceiling. We were playing darts and trying to forget about the bust-into-tears-at-any-moment sadness of my stepbrother Paul's death.

Instead of writing a pitch letter...

I ripped all the grout out in the kitchen sink. Now I just have to recaulk it.

Instead of writing a pitch letter about my recent surgery...

I wrote about my step-brother Paul, who passed away on Saturday. It was totes cathartic.

Instead of working on a pitch letter...

I took a sewing class and got my Amy Butler tunic under way.

Instead of working on a pitch letter...

I bought some awesome Amy Butler fabric for my tunic class on Monday at The Quilting Loft. Fabrics are 20-percent off until March 3. Gorgeous, yes? Mac Daddy is pretty cute too.

Instead of finishing up a craft proposal...

I sent off a batch of Prairie Girl Potions to Make Shop & Studio in Dallas. They'll be consigning the products.

Obviously, I've been procrastinating about my procrastination blog...

Had surgery last week and just haven't felt up to much. So I guess I was procrastinating by laying in bed and wishing I could read my Mary, Queen of Scots book for more than 15 minutes at a time.

Instead of finishing up a new prairie proposal...

I'm powering through a lovely pink alpaca cabled hat. Photo to come...

Instead of finishing up an article...

I made a list of things for my mom to do while she's here. This is really a way to prevent me from doing them before she gets here on Saturday. She'll need something to do while I'm recovering from surgery next week.

Instead of working on a proposal...

I cleaned out the freezer. I'm getting desperate.

Instead of writing up an entry for Allure...

I just reorganized my towel/sheet shelf. I'm running out of things to organize.

Instead of writing...

I polished some silver jewelry and found a new way to display my necklaces.

Instead of working on a quote for a client...

I went along with a friend who was looking at wedding dresses. It was surprisingly fun.

Instead of anything...

I am trying to nap after another sleepless night.

No procrastination today...

unless you count mopping the floors.

Instead of powering through web copy...

I'm knee-deep in all things Tudor, reading The Other Boleyn Girl and watching the DVD of the first season of The Tudors. Yum.

Instead of writing about insurance...

I went to Juno and then watched the DVD of Once. It's been a good indie film day.

Instead of sleeping...

I spent the wee hours of the morning looking up contacts on LinkedIn.

Instead of reviewing website content...

I just cleaned out all my toiletries in my linen closet, filling up a brown paper bag of expired medication and products I don't fancy, as well as a brown paper bag of goodies to give away.

Instead of reviewing my memoir proposal...

I learned to sew (it's a cafe apron with a mitten-shaped pocket)!

Instead of preparing for a meeting...

I prepped fabric by washing, pressing, and cutting out a pattern in anticipation of my sewing lesson tomorrow night.

Instead of anything...

I attempted to get MS Word to work on my Mac. Grrr.

Instead of reviewing a contract...

I trolled for samples downtown and caught up on my Oscar movie-viewing, watching No Country for Old Men through my fingers.

Instead of digging into my memoir proposal...

I cleaned my rug with my lame vacuum and then combed it—literally with a fine-tooth comb—to dislodge the Mac Daddy and Jen hair.

Instead of working on an SEO article...

I babysat myself into a doozy of a headache.

Instead of writing...

I helped out by babysitting for a friend who was delivering her second baby. Molly Rose, 8 pounds, 10 ounces.

Instead of writing my memoir proposal...

I helped babysit for a friend, who is delivering her second baby tomorrow.

Instead of my life coaching homework...

I did some laundry and bought some groceries. The bathroom will be cleaned by the end of the day, I suspect.

Instead of writing an SEO article...

I bussed downtown to pick up a check for some jewelry and Prairie Girl Potions that my hair salon sold over the holidays.

Instead of working on some freelance web writing...

I swapped dysfunctional family stories with my pal Stacya.

Instead of writing SEO articles...

I made a chocolate Bundt cake. Productive, maybe not. Tasty, mos def.

Instead of wrapping up a book proposal...

I loitered over brunch with friends. Happy New Years!