Stop losing things
Never search for your rotary cutter, seam ripper, bobbins, rulers, or car keys again!
My mother always told me that I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my body, and she was right. I am the king of lost items, and have all but created a backyard shrine to Saint Anthony, the patron saint of lost things. I have said more prayers to Anthony than I have pieced half square triangles—and that’s saying something!
Putting a quilt together is real work for those of us inclined to walk away from our sewing areas to answer
the phone with rotary cutter in hand (where is that damn phone anyway?) or take a detour to the back door to let the dog out while carrying a 24-inch Olfa ruler. Of course, when I need the cutter or the ruler, only God knows (really!) where they are.
What’s worse-—and there’s always a worse—I live with a neat, orderly Felix Unger type who never misplaces anything. Nada. Zip. So every time I scream, “Where in the hell are my keys?” or “Has anyone seen my Bernina?” I am looked upon with disdain and annoyance in my own home by the very person who has promised “until death us do part.”
I’ll admit that I’m distracted and have a million things on my mind.
At least that’s the excuse I’ve been using when I can’t quilt another quilt block because I’ve lost the thread color I was using (although the real reason is probably that I don’t pay attention to what I’m doing in the first place). It would also be helpful to admit that I leave a trail of clutter
everywhere I go, making it almost impossible to find anything anywhere I have been. (Antidepressants make that burden less heavy but also less
focused, and in the end, who cares?)
So here’s the million-dollar question: How do I stop losing things in my own sewing room so I can make a quilt from beginning to end without having to submit to an hourly whole-house shake-down and a daily cavity search for lost notions, patterns, and tools?
Here are some tips to keep those of us who are continually made miserable by the mislaid from destroying our sanity, our self-esteem (the remnants, anyway), and the quilts we stopped working on out of the frustration of losing things and because of the housecleaning, to try and find
the stuff, that took us off track.
The best way to stop losing things, I have learned, is to put everything where it belongs. It’s just a habit, but it’s a good one. Think of all of the bad habits you’ve collected over the years. Isn’t it time to cultivate just one that can be helpful in your lifetime?
To quote my mother, Rita Lipinski, a woman who has never lost a thing in her life:
“There is a place for everything. Put everything in its place.”
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