I told you I'd find that missing baggie of triangle pieces for my quilt if it was the last thing I did. It was located in a box of totally unrelated stuff in the laundry room. Now how did it get there, you ask? Oh, c'mon ... I know I'm not the only one who does this! Like the guy in the TV commercial who invites someone over and then rushes around like a lunatic to get ready, and at the very last second before she arrives, swooshes everything from the kitchen counter (including some laundry) into the dishwasher ... see? It's a very common practice!
At some point in the last few months, I must have done similarly -- swooshed everything off the table into a box, stuffed the box in the laundry room, closed the door, thinking "I'll put that stuff back where it belongs after they leave." And then? Outta sight, outta mind.
So, "Yea! I found it!" It's supposed to rain a lot this week. Maybe I'll get time to work on the quilt again if it does. Even tho, I really should clean my office before someone decides to send in a team for intervention. It looks like a hoarder lives here.
It all started back when DH decided to start fixing up the bathroom. The pipes for the shower are only accessible by going behind the wall of the closet in my office. Everything had to come out of the closet to open that wall. Thinking I'd take advantage of the forced removal of everything in there, I made piles all over the room, sorting as I went. What IS it about closet cleaning?!? By the time everything is out of the closet and sorted out, energy is drained and time is up. It gets left in a state of total disrepair. Well ... I am the Queen of Ignoring Messes. It has been this way for a very, very long time. Whenever I try to make myself deal with it, I go into the "Prioritize!" mode. And believe me, tidying up this disaster is NOT high on my list when compared to gardening, quilting, wandering aimlessly about, or really-- ANYthing.