The theories abound.
She's been buried under a mountain of fabric in her sewing room.
Sort of. But not exactly.
She's finished her sewing/work room and she's so happy about it that she just sits there staring at its wonderfulness.
Uh... no. NOT! I wish.
Nicole suggested that I'd been taken over by the folks at Williams-Sonoma like a pod person.
Kind of... but not completely.
The truth is that I've been in hiding... I live in constant fear of being exposed. Exploited for entertainment value! Too many people have seen the evidence of my long-kept, deep, dark secrets and now I am being forced to live with drapes drawn, windows sealed and aliases considered. But more on that in a moment...
Can I wish you a belated Merry Christmas?
I hope that everyone had a safe, happy, joyous, memorable, wonderful, peaceful, restful, whatever-you-wanted-hoped-it-would-be Christmas.
My brother was here for Christmas which made my Mom very happy. No accidents, incidents or anything exciting to report. Whew! Nicole and her family had enough of those for everyone. Just a lovely couple of days visiting, relaxing, laughing and letting my brother "fix" my computer. (He's very tech-savvy and while nothing was actually "broken", things are working better.)
I did work a crazy pre-Christmas schedule at Williams-Sonoma. In the ten days or so before Christmas, I think I had one day off. And seriously, I'm way too old to spend six straight hours on my feet, running to and fro, climbing stairs, lifting heavy bins off the belt from the storeroom. Trying to be cheerful for six hours is the hardest part... really, I'm just a big old grump in disguise. I spend most of my shift on "recovery". I've teased my managers that this is just their way of keeping me away from the customers lest I tell them that I don't like Peppermint Bark or the Snickerdoodle Quick Bread mix.
For those of you who questioned this from the last post, I will tell you that I wore this every day...
Most years, the recognition level runs about 50-50. Meaning, about 50 percent of the people who see it know what it means. This year, it was about 10-90... as in, only one in ten knew what it meant. I am taking that to mean that we were all very tired this year.
It always makes me laugh how many people will say "No L? No L? I don't get it. What does the L stand for? What do you have against L's?"
Since Christmas, I have been trying to get my sewing/work room finished... or at least, ready. I just want to get it where there is enough stuff put away and off the tables so that I can actually start working in there. It's taken longer than I thought it would but then really... what nitwit thought doing a project like this in between Thanksgiving and Christmas was a good idea?
Probably the same nitwit who is now living in fear of being the focus of a special joint episode of "Intervention" and "Hoarders".
For those of you who aren't familiar with the A & E television series... Intervention is a series in which people confront their darkest demons and seek a route to redemption... it profiles people whose compulsive behavior has brought them to a point of personal crisis... And Hoarders is about people whose inability to part with their belongings is so out of control that they are on the verge of personal crisis.
I am not on the verge of a personal crisis. I just have too much fabric.
There. I said it. I have more fabric than I could sew if I lived to be 847 years old. At least, I did. I still have way too much but I've been clearing it out, finding good homes for the excess. (And yes, there has been a lot of that.) There are still pieces that I don't know if I'll ever sew but still can't bear to part with. And kits. And blocks of the month. And fat quarter bundles. Oy vey...
I promise to show some pictures when it's finished. Or ready. Or presentable. The funny thing is, as soon as I actually start working in there ~ finished or not! ~ the room will be a huge mess again! This is what I will tell you now ~ IKEA. The Container Store. Target. Lots and lots of wire baskets ~ I have a compulsion about those. (But shhhh... don't tell the Intervention folks. It's an addiction I can live with.)
See you tomorrow ~ it's Tuffet Day!