The other day I decided to quilt this top. Changing pantos on the longarm isn’t a big deal. It really isn’t but when I have a panto on the machine that I know I’m going to use on another quilt, I try to get them all done before changing the panto. Does anyone else do that? It’s kind of goofy to think like that so if no one else admits to it, that’s ok.
Got ready to load the top and couldn’t find it! Told you . . I lose everything but I’m so careful with where I put quilts and I could see it all folded up . . could almost tell you the exact measurements of the neat little rectangle it was folded into. I have a cubby hole type cabinet that I keep customers’ quilts in. I have a shelf that I keep all my own quilts on. I searched this house . . upstairs, downstairs . . everywhere. Not on the shelf where it should be; not in the cubby holes where it shouldn’t be. I was getting frantic. I knew I hadn’t thrown it away or sent it back with someone else’s quilt . . it was just lost!
Vince, who is always right if you haven’t figured that out, said . . did you look in your car? He really is always right. I’m not being ugly. It doesn’t matter what we’re discussing, I’m always wrong. I used to be right more than I was wrong so I don’t know what happened.
Anyway, Vince said . . did you look in your car? Well, that ruffled my feathers a bit. Why would it be in my car? Here’s the back of my car. These are the quilts used in my trunk show. They stay in my car!
You might notice a roll of parchment paper and I think that other thing is a flyer we were handed in Paducah in April! I don’t have a clue why the parchment paper is in there but maybe (probably not) I’ll remember where it is when I need it. There’s all kinds of stuff buried under the quilts.
This is the back seat. I see more quilts. I see two 24 packs of Dr. Pepper and some priority mail boxes. Every square inch of my car is always full . . just stuff!
This is Vince’s car. If I had this car, I could keep more stuff in there . . it’s bigger!
This is Vince’s back seat! If you get in Vince’s car with something, you get out with something. You never leave *anything* in his car. It helps that he doesn’t ever drive his car because he drives this truck.
This truck is old . . maybe a 1996. Well, the engine isn’t so old but that’s not something we’re going to discuss today. The truck was locked so I couldn’t get a picture inside but I guarantee there’s not a morsel of anything in this truck. I don’t even know how people can live without having their vehicles full of stuff.
Back to the quilt . . Vince said . . did you look in your car? NO! It wouldn’t be in my car because the only quilts in my car at the ones I use for my trunk show and classes and this blue quilt isn’t part of those presentations. I looked for another hour or so . . mainly because I hate losing things and wasn’t going to stop til I found it. Again, Vince said . . well, you know what he said so I went out and dug around in my car and yep, there it was.
Goodness, I hate being wrong. I tried to figure out how to get in the house without Vince seeing me come in from the garage with the quilt but I had to eat crow and tell him it was in my car.
The Honda is now clean and ready to go to Honda Hospital (actually it’s going to the local body shop today . . finally). Free of quilts, knitting projects, candy wrappers, breakfast bar wrappers and piles fo grocery store receipts . . all taken out! Oh, I wish I could/would keep it clean but I know I will not.