That was triggered by a hide and seek game for the fabrics which I need so I can make binding for my Christmas Quilt. It’s been a looooong week at school, so I thought I’d shove all the grading to the side and make the binding.
But where-oh-where is that fabric, so carefully put aside back in July?
I thought for sure, this closet. Nope.
Okay, now I’m checking the drawers. Maybe I already cut the strips and tucked them away in here.
It’s about this point I’m beginning to get that despairing feeling, like where in the heck is this? I’ve been through everything twice.
Of course, it’s always the last place you look–in a clear plastic box on the shelf in here.
Anyone want a lovely yellow lamp with a hand-cut paper lampshade? And that iron is one I bought two years ago because I was sure mine was on its last legs and the irons were on sale at Target. I spent last week helping my sister clean out her (new to her) house–the first wife’s things were everywhere and the children had not yet claimed the possessions yet. After our experience together, she sent me a link to this blog, where the woman catalogues the things she’s getting rid of. I vowed to do a little cleaning out myself, but later–after I get the quilt bound. It’s always later, isn’t it?
Found it. Now to get busy on cutting and sewing before the guilt over ungraded papers takes over. Or the guilt over cleaning out.