Friday the 13th

[wiseheart]

... is supposed to be a particularly unlucky day. Fortunately for me, that prediction proved to be false - at least for today. Because forgetting to buy potatoes and miscalculating the amount of bread we'd need - as well as having re-do entire rows of stitches four times - aren't things I need a particularly unlucky day for. I manage all these things on any normal day. 'Cause I'm gifted that way. *eyeroll*

That means in translation that I made a food run in the morning and some crafting in the early afternoon. We ate the last of the tomato soup for lunch and the Krapfen (donuts) I bought (filled with apricot jam - very yummy!), watched some telly, and the day was practically over.

The quiet book is taking shape. I've edged all the sides that won't get cross-grain binding - that sounds like great progress, but in fact, it's just blanket stitch that will end up invisible under the "spine" of the book, so basically the quick(er) and easy(er) part of the work. I also did a bit of the cross-grain binding, which is where the undoing of rows became necessary. Coming up: more of that unpleasant, tedious and boring work, stitching through four to seven layers of hard felt, lining stuff, double-sided tape and the likes.

At least I've found my (way too small) thimble again - while looking for Mum's lost ballpoint pen. Small (and even larger) items tend to get lost in our house. I suspect we've got a black hole somewhere.

Comments

[aeris444.livejournal.com]

In my experience, lost items tends to re-appear when you don't need them anymore. I'm sure they are waiting for the righ moment!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

The problem is, their interpretation of the right moment differs from mine greatly. *g*

[meathiel]

Haha, I don't need a special day to be clumsy either!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Our clumsiness is very democratic. ;))

[noadvertising.livejournal.com]

At our house things tend to re-appear the moment they got replaced by a new one...

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's what often happens — but not always.

[beauty-forashes.livejournal.com]

Small (and even larger) items tend to get lost in our house. I suspect we've got a black hole somewhere.

I know we have such a black hole. It responds to the collective name "Kittens".

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Alas, I don't even know whom to blame!

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

The only bad thing that's happened to me today is too minor and common to be chalked up to it being Friday the 13th. I had to walk in the pouring rain to go to the post office because I had to buy stamps and I have arthritis in both legs and I had to walk up cement stairs and the post office door was locked so I had to go back down the stairs again and walk all the way around to the other end of the post office. Then I had to stand and wait for the usual long time while my legs feel like someone used a bat on them. Then the woman who worked at the post office denied the door was locked. Then the stupid bitch refused to take my stamped letter (electric bill payment) because I did not write my return address on the back of the envelope.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

That is really annoying — and it happens on a regular basis? Shame on them!

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

shitty attitudes at the post office and being forced to stand on line for a very long time happens on a regular basis. The door being locked and them raising a stink about me not writing my return address on the back of the envelope was new but it's always something with them. One woman once bitched me out over not having exact change when I was trying to buy stamps.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

And they call it postal "service", too!

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's the same black hole that takes one of the socks pairs.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

That is a distinct possibility, yes. *g*

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

Theory would have it that every black hole has an entrance and an exit. Your thimble obviously just came out of the other side. I laughed out loud at your first para.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

You see? Applied rocket science and all that...

[mirasaui.livejournal.com]

We've a black hole here too!

And now, my husband has started finding stuff and swearing it is mine (it isn't). Why on earth would I buy a level that is almost as tall as I am?? Or, a big, orange, industrial (my least favorite color) tape measure? An ugly (rusted) wooden screwdriver set, and various other strange objects that I have never before set eyes on. He has started a collection in our utility room, junk he swears I bought over the years, but, I did not.