I went digging in a cupboard a few days ago, looking for thread. Boy, did I find some.
Late last year, I had started embroidering an old pair of jeans. You know, giving them some spit and a promise. Perking them up. As is my wont, I spread my projects out all over the flippin’ place. That pair of jeans – along with my embroidery threads and tools – took over the dining room table. Since I’m slow, my sewing project became a fixture of the table.
At some point, I was expecting company and leaving the jeans on the table seemed, shall we say, déclassé. So I bagged up my threads, my template and my jeans and stored them in a cupboard. My plan was to resume sewing, right after my guests left. And right after my guests left, I promptly forgot all about those jeans. In fact, a couple of months ago I was looking for those very pants. When I couldn’t find them in my closet, I assumed I had donated them to goodwill. I am, at times, a major dork.
So now I’ve found the jeans I’d lost. And I’m back in embroidery mode. I’ll do my very best to actually finish this project. And I’ll also try hard to keep everything tidy in the process.
But hey, I didn’t just meet me. So I’m not making any promises here.
