Happy New Year, and Happy Birthday to me! Twenty-five today. I have a feeling this is supposed to be a milestone of sorts, but I really don't feel any different than I did yesterday.
Looking back at the past year, I see good and bad things, things I wish had happened that didn't and things I never expected to that did. I wanted to finish my novel, and I did, but I'm still waiting for that acceptance letter. I started a new one, but am not quite as far along with it as I would like. Aaron and I bought a house, and I have to be glad and amazed that we could actually manage it so soon. Altogether it has been a good year.
Oh, the latest Reanimated Rags project is a dress made from curtains, which, appropriately enough, I've been referring to as the "Scarlet O'Hara". Still not quite sure I have any right to try to peddle these things, but people do seem to like them. Hopefully I'll get some pictures up soon-ish.
I don't generally make New Year's resolutions, as I'm quite prone to guilt, but I do set goals. Somehow "goals" sounds a little less, well, resolved, thus there is less guilt if you fall short, or so I tell myself. Maybe I'm just weak. It's quite possible. In any case, we shall see soon enough if the goals set for 2011 end up fulfilled or not.