New Attitudes in the time of Covid

This quarantine is inconvenient.  It is also a little comical.

Years ago I went on a binge and I bought every shade of DMC thread there was — all three million colors or whatever there are.  I patiently wound all the thread on the little bobbins and put them in the cases — about 8 cases.  They looked like little jewels.

Over the years I have pulled out bobbins for projects, put them in ziplocks with charts, just generally messed up my thread.

When I bought the chart of St. Louis Cathedral, Jackson Square, in New Orleans the girl asked if I needed thread.  I assured her I had all of it.

I don’t.

I am missing four colors out of the list on the chart.  I have torn all my craft stuff apart looking for those colors.  Well, the part of my craft stuff that didn’t get torn up looking for elastic. The dog even got one of my bobbins and tore up the thread — good doggy!

I found charts I love and never made, I have found new skeins of thread that never got put on bobbins, I have found embroidery scissors I forgot I had but I can’t find those four colors of thread.

So, I decided to go get the thread — oh, wait, nope, can’t do that because the store is closed except for curbside pickup.  Curbside pickup — I can do that!  Well, Michael’s process is so complicated, and my items might not be eligible for pickup — I gave up and ordered it from an online store.  It will be shipped Friday.  Poo.  That means it will be Monday before it gets here, at least.  I won’t have worked on the chart for over a week and in that time I could have had it done.  It isn’t a huge chart.

Annoying for sure but a small thing at this time.  We are blessed, we are healthy, our family is healthy, we have food, the ever elusive toilet paper, a roof over our heads and the good sense to stay in the house.  I have a new vision of things — I am finding humor in things that would have aggravated me at one time — like the dog and the thread.  I am putting things in perspective — like, so what that I will have to wait for the thread — such a small thing when other people are waiting for food or medicine.  I am quieter and more introspective and I am seeing beauty in lots of things around me that I had just quit noticing and it seems like my priorities have changed a lot.  I am not rushing (no where to go), I have lifted my self imposed demands on myself and therefore am actually enjoying cooking and cleaning more than I ever have — who says it all has to be done in one day — take your time, shine your sink, and enjoy the process.

Who knew that at my age I would learn new things.