In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I distinctly remember . . .

I have been stitching away on a pilot piece for Gay Ann Rogers.  I pilot stitch a fair number of her designs and I am very happy to add this one to my Christmas decorations, but . . .

I distinctly remember receiving the envelope with the bead packet in it.

I distinctly remember opening the envelope.

I distinctly remember taking the bead packet out.

I distinctly remember deciding NOT to open the bead packet in case I misplaced one of the little envelopes of beads within the bead packet.

I distinctly remember putting the bead packet BACK into the envelope.

I do not, distinctly or otherwise, remember WHAT I did with the envelope.

So, today will be a search and destroy mission until I locate the envelope.

(I do know where it is NOT.  It is not with the instructions, the canvas, or the thread ring.  It is NOT in my major stitching bag, my traveling stitching bag, my chairside stitching basket, or either of the two tables near my stitching chair.  It is NOT under said stitching chair.  It is NOT under the seat cushion in said stitching chair.  In short, it is NOT anywhere it SHOULD be.)


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