Maybe Not
I don't know whether anyone has noticed that reality and I are not always on close terms--I know I probably hide it pretty well. After emptying the sewing room filled up most of the available space upstairs , I really do seem to have expected that ALL of the fabric, yarn, and books would fit neatly into the new shelves, once I got them back from Theo, of course. I'm thinking I have underestimated the stash, or overestimated the shelves. Oops. Andy is going to get cranking on the shelf that will join the two and run all the way across the wall, which will help. I, however, need to get cranking on some sewing. I was thrilled to have located my wrist pin cushion--I wear it so often that the little sewing I've tried to do while the sewing room has been packed up has generally led to at least two or three pin pricks in my wrist, which is a bit discouraging as it seems I don't jab them gently. So, happy with my wrist protection, I thought I'd tackle...