Yesterday I finished the green linen top I’ve been working on and washed and pressed this lovely fabric which is next on the list…it’s going to be a top for Button.
Knowing that today I’d be ready to start on this I’d popped to the shops earlier in the week and purchased a polka dot contrast fabric and thread so I’d be good to go.
The cutting out took no time at all.
I was ready to get to it. All fired up and sure that I’d have this little thing all done and dusted and camera ready by the end of today.
Except…could I find that blasted reel of thread?
I’ve hunted high and low. And for a good couple of hours. I’ve tidied and emptied and peeked in all the unlikely places…fridge, freezer, dog’s food bin.
Can I find it?
Thankfully I’m out and about tomorrow and can easily pick up another reel. But really…what the heck is that all about? Where can it be?
Whilst I have no evidence I sense the work of small people here. And I don’t mean pixies!
I’m abandoning the sewing in a fit of pique. I’ll show it who’s boss…I’m off to knit.
However, if by some strange quirk of fate you see my thread wandering about, possibly with a knotted hanky on a stick slung jauntily over it’s shoulder, could you tell it to stop faffing about and get back here pronto.
It’s got work to do!