I have spent the better part of forever looking for my two favorite pairs of dark denim jeans. This was especially baffling unto me because really, how do you lose a pair of pants?!? It's not like I go around taking my clothes off in random places or something. (Really, I don't). And it's not like a pair of sunglasses that can easily be dropped into a public toilet or left in someone's car. These are pants, people! Pants! How on earth did I lose my pants?
Giving up all hope of ever finding them, I was consigned to live solely on my second favorite, but not so dark and classy jeans. And then I did something unimaginable: I cleaned my sewing room.
My sewing room is something of a Bermuda triangle. That which goes in, may never come out.
But it was there that I found my pants, both pairs, rolled up together and perched on top of a shelf. Whyever did I put them there in the first place? Why were they together? What was I thinking?
A similar experience happened also with the glass cleaner. Only I told Kyle we must have used it all and he spent months looking for it before breaking down and buying another bottle. But then I found the glass cleaner, tucked neatly away in one of the shelves in my sewing room.
Clearly I'm not using my sewing room enough. Or, alternatively, I do not keep my sewing room tidy enough.
So this leads me to wonder, are my glasses buried somewhere deep in the depths of fabric remnants and spools of thread? Because I haven't seen them in months.