Dandelionslayer and I recently took a trip, alone together. This is not something that is a regular part of our marriage, and it was nice to spend the time together. But it wasn't exactly the tropical getaway of our dreams.
I dove in and measured and stacked and organized and sneezed. Dandelionslayer, alas, spent this vacation with a miserable cold, so he and his dad kept asking if I was catching it, too. Nope. It just doesn't take much dust to set me off. After three days I'd found the sewing machine accessories that hadn't made it to me earlier, and collected my cut of the fabric, tools, and projects. I found some things that were ready to send to the nieces. I collected pieces that had been cut out, and bagged them up with their patterns. I organized the other patterns by brand and number. I vacuumed.
Then Dandelionslayer braved the attic. Along with boxes of his old stuffed animals, Scout memorabilia, and books, he found three more boxes of fabric and craft materials. Some of them had been up there a long time. But most of the fabric was still good. And no, I definitely could not use it all.
Relief Society president. She was happy to restock the service project closet from Grandma O's stash. I hope the closet had room enough. We gave her at least 440 yards of fabric, many spools of thread, and a sewing machine. I hope she came back later for more tools and kits. The ladies will be able to make many blankets for babies or disaster victims, and teach the younger girls to sew a few things. I trust them to put it all to good use, eventually. I think it's what Grandma O would have wanted.
And I look forward to using the things I collected . . .
Parable of the Pit
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