What I should have done was the bazillion reports that are due next week.
Instead, I dug out a bag of hexagons that I found a few years back in an op shop and spent an hour arranging and rearranging them into pleasing patterns.
The calendar pages are from 1978, the fabrics beautifully vibrant polished cottons. I added some solids of my own and some quilting fabrics and a little bit of green silk, messed the hexagons up completely and starting sewing one to the next, in no particular order.
It was fun.