Christmas PastJust before Christmas 2012 I decided it was time to get to know my sewing machine's embroidery stitches.
I also thought it would be a good opportunity to try and use up some remnants.
I ended up learning a lot about getting a digital machine to behave itself for embroidery but I'll tallk about that another day.
What I ended up with was some really pretty embroidered bits of fabric most of which became Christmas gifts for my family.
I had 2 pieces that I decided to keep for myself and one of them I turned into a cute little pencil case.
I like to keep all of my metallic gel pens in it.
The other I intended to do exactly the same with but I didn't add the zip that day for some reason, maybe it was furbaby dinner time - I don't remember - but for whatever reason the zip didn't get added.
For the last 2 years that zip was knocking around with my other embroidered fabric scrap waiting to be sewn in.
Christmas PresentAnd then I cleaned the sewing room. (sinister Jaws style music playing in the background)
I put that zip away somewhere. Somewhere sensible most likely.
But now I can't find it!
This is a regular occurrence for me. We joke about it.
Me: 'I tidied it!'
Hubby: 'Ohhh.' in that final way that means 'Well, that's the end of that then.'
Me: 'I put it somewhere safe....'
Hubby: 'Very safe!.' (So safe it will never been found again.)
Christmas FutureThe zip is found! Hurrah!!! (beautiful harp music of happiness)........
.......Me: 'Where is that fabric I wanted to stitch the zip to?' (silence)
One day I'll have a place for everything and everything in its place.
(Christmas Future: 'Hahahahaha.' Me: 'Okay, you can stop laughing now, pffft!')
Disclaimer: Yes, this is a poor attempt at a Dickens reference. I suggest you read Dickens if you're after real literary classics.