Details Details

Details Details

One would think that after teaching for so many years, (if you include all the years I taught music that would be over 45) I would have the organization part of running my workshops and camps down to a science. In many ways I do, but oh my gosh, when I schedule dates…and in this case dates of some completely new events which I’m really excited about…there are so many details to think about. Details details and more details! That’s what I’ve been doing for the last couple of weeks in between trips to the big city and work in the garden. I think I’ve got everything all covered now and ready for Monday when registration opens. That will be the test. You can take a peek at the new offerings now if you like here. 

There were more details today, which I’m taking a break from right now. In the post and beam house I used to have a big nook upstairs that was dedicated to sewing. I did a lot of it for my family and others. Pie Cottage hasn’t had quite the right place for all that stuff so it has moved here and there without finding a real place to call its own. I placed everything into big baskets and tucked them under the piano…safely I thought…to bring out when I have a project. A number of months ago, I was trying to plug in a cord that was next to them and tipped one of the baskets over. I reached a hand out to try and steady it. It didn’t dump everything on to the floor. Instead I heard pins and needles, spools and bobbins, scissors, rippers and zippers spill into the bottom of the basket. Oh dear. Instead of dealing with it then, I righted the basket, which probably messed things up inside of it even more, shoved it back under the piano, and decided that I would organize it another day. I’m sure you never do anything like that. Right? 

As I need to hem a new pair of curtains, today became the day to deal with it. I dipped into the basket trying to find a tape measure. My fingers found the pins alright…ouch! They were mixed in with the mess of thread tangled around the tape measure. The more I tried to pull them out, the messier it all became. Scissors, which I found, were obviously the answer to stripping off the masses of threads. Then I placed the spools in a new box thinking wistfully of the big red sewing box I saw at a yard sale just two weeks ago for ten dollars. I didn’t think I would need it but now I’m thinking what a useful treasure it would have been. I hope it went to someone who loves it. 

Once it all is back in order, this little project shouldn’t take too long and I’ll hang up the curtains. Maybe this chore will inspire me to pick up the needle more often, perhaps even making a new frock now and then.

Frock. Now that’s a word you don’t hear these days. 

Have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend my friends and remember to thank those who have served our country. That’s a detail never to forget.