Decisions, decisions...

Some people use their time pondering about things that matter while some of us spend an inordinate amount of time stressing over things like the color of pathways for my grandmother's garden quilt.

Do I use the darker, more traditional green or the brighter and funky polka-dot?

I'm wishy, I'm washy, I'm waffling, I'm thinking of yet another rhyme from childhood, i.e. "see-saw Margery Daw..."  It's official, my mom had a rhyme, poem or song for any occasion.