Confessions . . .

I can't find stuff. I have a habit of buying things for Christmas stockings and hiding them and forgetting them.  Then, come about May, I come across them and wonder why I never remembered putting them there.  And, sometimes, why I ever thought that particular item would have been a good stocking stuffer - but that's a different blog probably.  I am looking for fabric.  I think I bought it, I see the computer print out of buying it, but did I ever receive it?  Where did I put it.  Why can't I find it now that I NEED it!?!?  Story of my life.  Dan is a very good finder.  When I can't find something, such as quite recently, the cute little corn-on-the cob dishes that you put a pat of butter in and twirl the corn in them to get all the yummy butteryness all over the corn.  Dan will come into the kitchen, look in the cupboard and unearth it.  He says he just "finds" it, but I KNOW it had to be UNEARTHED because I COULDN'T find it!  Anyway, now I am missing fabric.The problem is that in order for him to find it, he would have to look through the cupboards in my office and then all he could talk about it why do I have so MUCH STUFF?!?  I.e, FABRIC.  So, to get around this little problem, I decided to clean up the office/sewing room.  I have been moving stuff, dusting stuff, tripping over stuff, and no fabric.  Oh, I've found fabrics that I never remembered, but not the ones that match the quilt that I need the borders for.  Oh, the problems I have.  Drat and rats!