I think I am losing my mind - and not so slowly. My husband used to say "it'll turn up." And I said "no it won't." Sometimes he was right and other times, I was. I can't tell you how many times I pawed through the garbage looking for something critical I had thrown away by accident.
Tonight I looked for a small quilt that needs a facing, that I KNOW was in this house. Nowhere to be found. Then I drove myself crazy looking for a small before and after example of a rescued UFO. Just after I sat down to whine on this blog, I moved some papers on my file bin and there it was. Sigh of relief.
The gray thing on the left (it really is gray, not blue) turned into the piece on the right. It almost didn't matter what I did with it - anything would have improved it. But I quite like the way it turned out, considering that I didn't have a plan when I started.
Finally got to the studio today and was happy to see my studio mate and two of the other artists. I had intended to do something creative but instead, cleaned out the fridge - wiped the dye off the walls and shelves and threw away the thickened dyes that had thinned out and frozen.
Then I got to work on the mountains of fabric I had printed over the years and needed to iron/sort/throw out, depending on how useful they were. Four hours and I didn't make a dent. Tomorrow, more of same. I can't think till it is neatly sorted and put into plastic bins. Well, neatly is a relative term.
I was going to start stitching a piece tonight but got sidetracked doing the same thing at home that I did in the studio. Well, no hurry on stitching: first things, first.