First of all, I don't believe in astrology. But most days, I do read my horoscope. After all, it's right there beside Pearls Before Swine on the comics page. sometimes my husband's is amazingly accurate. But certainly not all the time. When it's right, I just consider it a coincidence. Mine's right maybe 50% of the time, and given the vagueness I think that's just about right for guessing.
But yesterday mine told me that something I'd lost would be found.
I thought maybe I could take advantage.
See back in October we had part 1 of a class with Betsy Morgan at the Loudoun Sampler Guild. It was a pincushion that is part of a larger set. I got it finished. The question is what did I do with the directions and the thread card? Because for the life of me, I can't find them. And it's driving me crazy. I've just about finished outlining the rest of this projects many pieces and I can't stitch on it any further without the thread card and color key. Duh.
So I entered my stitching room at 6 a.m. (before I'd read my horoscope.) Decided to go through my project boxes in case these things had gotten attached to something else. Nope.
Went and had coffee and food and read the paper. And that darn horoscope spurred me on. Before leaving for Sampler Guild I was back in my studio going through more strange places. Looking under furniture even. Still no luck.
Went to Sampler Guild where we had a lovely class with Pam Darney. We're stitching her Hall Mirror sampler where all the lettering is backwards! Will post a photo this week. Love the colors. But I have decided to work on another of her samplers first. More on that later this week.
Found myself back in studio later in the day trying one last ditch effort before going to see a minor league baseball game between the Potomac Nationals and Salem Red Sox (that's Salem, VA no NC. Who knew?) Got to shake Bernie Carbo's hand and thank him for some terrific baseball memories.
Came home and at 11:30 at night I was going through my sideboard and hutch on the off chance I tucked this missing item somewhere while doing a mad dash cleaning.
No. No. No.
As of right now, I still don't know where the missing pieces of my puzzle are. And as you might be able to tell, it's driving me crazy.
For $12 you can sit front row. And see a fabulous fireworks extravaganza. Who in that dugout will be a star someday?