Believe it or not, I was actually working on that purse last night. I felt that I should settle down and do it. Seems like everytime this past week, when I have gone in to work on it, there's been some kind of distraction. You know, like making dinner. What's up with that?
So, I'm cutting the rest of the pieces, and getting the first pocket ready. Mind you turning things and ending up with nice crisp edges and pointy corners is not something I'm great at. And it bugs me because I like things looking nice where the back is on the back and not creeping over on to the front. So, I go to pull out my little pokey thing, and its NOT THERE. My pokey thing is always in that drawer.
This means trouble. Unlike a lot of things someone might pick up out of my sewing room, the pokey thing isn't that useful to anyone else. I looked in the drawer again, not there. I went through everything on my ironing board since I often pile stuff up to the right of the iron and it could have been covered by creeping crap. No, not there, not even the second time I looked. Or the time I picked up everything and moved it to look. Hmm.
On to the sewing table Lots of crap piled up there, strips from projects done ages ago. Books and patterns piled precariously, some fabric with another pattern half out of the package, my needlepunch, some papers.. not there. Not even when I looked again, and picked stuff up.
I try to distract myself by poking out the corners of the pocket with something else, because come on, I'm an adult and can move on. I bet I can buy a pokey thing. I bet it will be nicer than my free pokey thing.
I think we all know that I can't move on. I keep looking. I go through the bag of recycling, I go through the bag of fabric I'm donating, nothing. I'm feeling frustrated and peeved at myself. What if I accidentally threw my pokey thing away?
And then I looked in my drawer one more time.
I think we all know how this story ends.Hope you have a nice day my friends!