"There are people so addicted to exaggeration they can't tell the truth without lying." . . . . . Josh Billings

 
I started the morning . . .
by noticing  a post from a fellow TAFA member entitled "Wordless  Wednesday" . . . it was a serene and beautiful photo, and I thought it was such a nice idea I toyed with it BRIEFLY.

But then I decided I'd be much more likely to have a Wordful Wednesday -- because any day with me is likely to be chock-full of words . . .

Why would I take the best part of any day out 

when I can turn it around and still serve alliteration?

Busy times at Small Works these days -- 

getting ready for the American Craft Council St. Paul Show 
next week (booth #2402, and there will be chocolate!)








  
Of course, if I'd be less wordy and more worky I wouldn't be busy trying to finish the piece that was SUPPOSED to be finished for San Francisco . . . and then Baltimore . . . and now St. Paul.  Today it seems like I could stitch on this little devil for 6 more years and not be ready for St. Paul 2017.

Yes, I really  hate myself sometimes. 

Sound harsh? Yes, I'm given to hyperbole.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike.  

We are never as bad off 

or as happy as we say we are.

-- Honore de Balzac

But we are sometimes as lazy, undisciplined, unfocused, and predictably behind as we say we are.  Anyone who has to finish a really heavily procrastinated, really big piece while simultaneously painting three frames and trying not to go outside on the sunniest, warmest day this side of October deserves their own harshest punishment exactly.

And maybe a Cadbury chocolate egg or two . . . 

and a walk around the pond . . .

and a spanking.

And that's some 200+ words too many 
for this Wordful (I mean Worky) Wednesday.