The Universe Messes with Me (Again)

Out of the blue I got a package in early December that contained this copy of Decision Points by George W, Bush.

The packing slip had it addressed to a gentleman in North Carolina, but someone put my name and address on the shipping label. As you can see he paid a lot of money for it, too.

That's because it's autographed. Now, I can't say for sure that the signature is authentic, but it looks pretty real. Autographs by presidents can go for a pretty penny, too. So did I sell it on eBay? Keep it with the intention of passing it down to my heirs? Burn it in the backyard fire pit? Guess which one I want to do, ha.

This is how the universe messes with me at this time of year, so I'm not doing any or those things. I've contacted the thrift auction about the mix-up and I'm waiting for their reply.*

If they say I can keep it, which I doubt, I will ship it to the gentleman who paid for it on my dime, because that's the right thing to do. Merry Christmas, Universe.

*Updated: the thrift auction sent me a mailing label for the gentleman in North Carolina on their FedEx account and asked me if I would kindly mail it to him. So I did, along with a little note I hope gives him a smile.

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Maria Zannini said…

That was nice of you.
The Universe has been a little more Grinchy with me this year. My dishwasher stopped working and no one can look at it until after Christmas.
I've been making cranberry and pumpkin breads for friends and neighbors. Out of seven, two failed. One didn't cook in the middle and the other one I dropped as I was transferring it to the cooling tray. It made the tray but dropped too hard and broke apart. Greg was pleased. Pumpkin bread for him, but more work for me.

December 19, 2024 at 6:21 AM

Other Stashes

Along with clearing out the spare bedroom and tidying my office and our guest bedroom, I decided to reorganize some of my stashes. This is all the yarn I have on hand, sorted by color. It looks like a lot, but lately I've been using up a minimum of half a bin every month, so this is approximately a year's supply. All of my solid color cotton perle thread. I go through a lot of this every year, too. I need a container in which I can fit all of it together, but I haven't found the right one yet. I won't show you all of my fabric -- I'm still reorganizing this stash -- but I went through everything and donated two bins of fabric I won't need to the local quilter's guild.

In Progress

I promised myself I would show you the good, bad and ugly of my cleaning this year. This is what it looks like when you dump thirty years' worth of stashed fabric on the floor -- and oy, what a pain in the butt to pick up again! This is what it looks like after it's been sorted, folded and placed in containers, which took me about a week. Now the hard part is to downsize my stash by at least half, I think (that's my goal, anyway.) I've already e-mailed the president of the local quilting guild, a local friend who is a quilter, and a public school art teacher I know to see if I can donate some of the excess to them. The rest will go to Goodwill. Already I've reduced my vintage textiles from two bins to one, and my scraps from three bins to one. It's probably the hardest clean-out I've done, which is why I saved it until last. I know I have too much fabric, more than I can use in my lifetime -- but at the same time, I love it. So I have to...

Downsizing

This was my fabric stash once I sorted everything -- 22 full bins. I spent a day taking out and boxing up what I could part with, with the goal of trying to reduce it by half, so I'd have 11 bins. I was very strict with myself, and removed everything that for one reason or another I was sure I wouldn't be able to use. This is what I ended up with -- 12 bins of fabric that I'm keeping. It's not quite half, but close enough. Half of what I took out went to a local quilter friend, a school and Goodwill. These four tightly-packed bins will be going to the local quilting guild once I make arrangements with them for a drop-off place. I am relieved and a little sad and now determined to control my impulses to thrift more fabric. I don't want to do this again, so until I use up six bins, I can't for any reason bring any new fabric into the house.

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