Do you ever have a thought that starts running through your head and finally, no matter what you’re doing, you just give in and go take care of the issue? Yesterday I kept thinking . . I haven’t seen the receipt for the Bernina 430 I bought this year and I’m going to need that for my taxes. Don’t ask me why the sewing machine was the only thing I was thinking about because I probably can’t find any receipts. The last time I saw the receipt, it was on the downstairs bar. It was there for weeks, probably months. Every time Vince would come downstairs, I’d stick it somewhere else because . . well, it’s not that I didn’t tell the whole truth about what I paid for the machine but it’s more like . . he never asked the right question that would have involved me telling him the exact dollar amount. And, besides . . once I had already bought it, what difference did it make how much it cost, right? I surely could have spent more on a different machine!
Anyway, I began looking for that receipt. I’m such a slob! Really! I found volumes of paper — other receipts.
Volumes of paper that I had printed off knitting patterns.
That stack is about 2″ thick. The Traveling Woman shawl pattern is on top and I’m going to make it some day. I even started it once but decided I didn’t like the yarn I was using.
I found pantos in a bag I didn’t even know I had purchased.
I found our insurance policy on the vehicles from 2009. I guess, since it’s now 2011, I don’t even need to save that!
I found recipes . . so many recipes that I could make a different dish every day for the next year! Vince came downstairs and asked what I was doing . . nothing! I surely don’t need a lecture from him about keeping myself organized. Or, maybe I do! After about an hour of digging and going though stuff, I thought . . I haven’t seen the owner’s manual or anything related to that sewing machine! Maybe I made a file and put everything where it’s supposed to be. Doesn’t sound like something I would do but I went and checked the filing cabinet . .
Yep, that’s where it was. Receipt in the folder! Who would ever have thought to look there?