Oh, that makes me feel better! If even a refined southern lady like yourself has difficulties with these things, maybe my clutzy old self isn't so bad after all.Sugar Magnolia wrote: ↑Mon Dec 04, 2017 4:41 amHad to laugh at this. Like an idiot, I decided to make funky chicken pin cushions as party favors for my quilt group's Christmas meal. Two dozen of them! They are filled with lizard litter, about a cup per chicken, and it takes longer to fill them than it does to make them. I now have crumbs of crushed walnut shells in my car, in my studio, in my husband's recliner, on the dining room table....pretty much every place I have even thought about the damn things. I'm pretty sure they'll show up back here on my computer now that I've mentioned them. Worse than glitter and sequins.maydijo wrote: ↑Sun Dec 03, 2017 10:16 pmAmongst all the other presents Santa is bringing this year, he's also giving the kids bean bag chairs. I decided to fill them today to give me one less thing to do on Christmas Eve. I'm going to have nightmares about those little pellets for weeks to come. I'm generally pretty handy with these things. Ikea furniture? A swingset? A bicycle? No problem. But a bean bag chair? This is almost as bad as that time I replaced a bit in the toilet and thought, Eh, it's only a two minute job, there's really no point shutting off the water . . .
As for glitter, these days, I just go with it. I spent years banning glitter from the house. A few months ago I figured my kids were finally old enough to use glitter inside. So I pulled out the glitter, and then went to put the craft box back on the shelf. While my back was turned one of the kids upended most of the (small) bottle of glitter all over the dining room. I stood there and looked at the mess and felt my blood boil - and then I thought, Why am I so upset? It sparkles! It's pretty! I cleaned it up the best I could but of course I am still finding traces of it. But so what? Who cares? Glitter's pretty! Why did I spend all those years worrying about it?