And it didn't get here too soon.
Last night, my plan was to iron the linen for the panel for the bottom of the desk for Ode to Jane Austen and sew it to scroll bars.
I ironed. I found scroll bars that were exactly the right length for the linen. There was a spool of thread and a sharp needle right by my chair (which is remarkable since my chair has become my office instead of my stitching corner). I sewed the linen to the scroll bars, got the side bars lined up, and got ready to put the knobs on.
The first two, no problem. Then I dropped the third and it vanished.
It vanished because there are about seventy thousand cords running from one piece of tech to another that allows me to work from home. Those seventy thousand cords have wound themselves around each other--do you remember that scene in one of the Indiana Jones movies when there are a kazillion snakes coiling and hissing? That's what it's like around and about my chair--well, there's no hissing but there is coiling.
The knob fell into the middle of all this.
I was afraid to untwist too much because I was afraid I'd accidentally unplug some vital bit from some other vital bit--but finally, I was able to locate and retrieve the knob and get it tightened on the end of the scroll.
And that's when I dropped the other knob.
Dearly Beloved wisely left the room to get something to drink.
Anyway, the second knob was attached. And you would think after that, I would do something else, but I really wanted to stitch. And I got the basting lines in (and, yes, they were miscounted and I had to do part again), and I finally, finally, finally was able to do the first motif. And start on the second.
I am looking forward to stitching all week-end, even though I should start packing away my winter clothes and chase down the dust bunnies and do some laundry and get ready for our very quiet Easter celebration.
I'd rather stitch.