Several months ago I signed on to the Pay It Forward meme. By agreeing to offer a handmade item within 365 days to the first three commenters on my PIF post, I would receive a bag from the blog on which I was one of the first three commenters.
So now finally, I have given up on a few other deadlines and decided I could finish my obligation before the sewing machine and fabrics are packed up. Here are the three Fliegenpilz pincushions that are on their way to Angela, Dorothee and Una. (Actually, Una, if you still read this blog, please leave a comment so I can get your address.)
And because a certain Mad Pirate already has a pincushion, I’ve tried to make her a Captain Cone Sparrow in the spirit of the ever popular Kampfzwergglücksbringerin (who I hear is still wearing her grass skirt).
Thanks everyone for playing!
On other fronts, I am in full-on pre-move freak-out mode. Because we don’t actually pack things into boxes (the moving company does), it just needs to all be cleaned and organized into piles of what goes now via ship, what goes in a few weeks via airplane, what we’ll carry with us in July, what we won’t need anymore (i.e. 220 appliances), what TS&WGH will take with him to his class en route, what stays with neighbors here to be mailed directly to TS&WGH when he’s eventually deployed this Fall.
I live in fear that something important that I’ll need in the next four months will be inadvertently packed on Friday not to be seen again until September. I’m also fighting the force that is kids. The rooms that were clean and organized before we went to Egypt have now exploded into a mass of tiny parts. I know if I put it away again it will only explode again before Friday, yet I don’t want to be stressed on Thursday night re-piling everything. Complicating matters (sort of), I found lice eggs in K’s hair on Sunday — necessitating washing all the bedding, the couch cover (which was on my list anyways) and quarantining stuffed animals (luckily, three to four months in a crate on a ship will go a long way to de-louse things ;-)). Then, last night she wet our bed (which doesn’t have a waterproof cover like hers) necessitating more washing of bedding and of the bed itself. Oh, and the living room is hopeless.
I am now knitting a lovely washcloth in denial of all the work I should be doing.