i know disorganization isn't usually thought of as a good thing. i learned from my good friend Melimbo that clutter etc is a contributor to depression (she got that bit of info from one of her college classes. She's gone back to finish her degree. She are s-m-r-t.)
Anyway, Saturday i dumped an entire HUGE cup of coffee into my knitting that was sitting on top of the magazine basket next to my comfy chair. Did i mention it was a HUUUUGE cup of coffee? Fresh? full? With cream?
Well, after muttering several words not usually part of my vocabulary, i got on my hands and knees with a towel and started pulling the basket's contents onto the floor, mopping as i went.
"HEY!" i exclaimed to my hubby. "i just found the wireless mouse i've been looking for!" It had been missing in action for months, and i mean months.
i kept mopping and stacking--"OH!! And here's a crochet hook i've been looking for!!" Also MIA for a very long time--Christmas before last, maybe?
"What's this, though?" i asked hubby, handing him a smallish long metal piece with grooves in it. "Oh, that's part of an Easy Out tool," he said. i believe i responded something like, "Heh?"
It's not such a mystery how my things got into a basket next to my chair, i mean, there are at least two things i will never be called: too thin, and too neat. But a piece of Dean's tool? It's a mystery.
But the great thing is, in my disorganization and clumsiness, had i not spilled the coffee into the basket i would not have found those long sought for treasures.
Is that a bit too optimistic of an outlook? i'm sure the cynical bit will resurface soon.