I can hardly believe what happened to my lovely
LaCossette shuttles - all of them but the one I received this morning in the Canada Post, which is now up and running:
Before the postal strike, I wrote to LaCossette and told her it was with great sadness that I had to retire her shuttles for a while due to a sudden and ...ahemmm.....rather severe injury. (SO embarrassing!)
Okay - so far so good. I switched over to Clovers, which though adequate are not my idea of a fun tat. I packaged up all the hook shuttles and bobbins and stored them in a little red tin given to me by my lovely daughter, when we were shopping in Chinatown, in Manhattan, several visits ago.
You with me, so far? After the injury, late one night, I was in a cleaning frenzy, and I organized my entire thread and bead stash, cupboard, desk, and then got into my wardrobe; then lastly, the kitchen. It was a marathon clean and purge... There were bags for recycling, for Goodwill and for the garbage chute.
Can you guess?
When I could not locate my shuttles, days after the midnight madness, I realized the worst had happened. My little red tin had also disappeared.
All that remained was the language - ooohh là là, you should have heard me, when I realized what I had done. I am only thankful that Gian had not yet come to stay to hear and did not witness the histrionics.
There you have it. I feel like such an imbecile. At least I have my sweet new shuttle. As it must be lonely, I will have to consider ordering a few mates. : ))