I have a little pile to my left of scraps of wood. Some cut into butterfly's and hearts, some are just rectangles. All of them were originally destined to be wood burned and made into little plant stakes for the garden. Undone.
I have a stack of glass votives to my right that I got to make something out of...undone.
I have a pile of homeless plastic white doves with holes drilled in them. Some have been beaded and strung up on wire. Most haven't. Undone.
I have a basket of the most beautiful fat quarters for something.
I have a stack of composition books waiting to be covered and embellished with beautiful fat quarters. Still waiting.
I wish so much I didn't have to work today...