I was getting out my supplies to start working on a quilt for the church nursery (there will be photos soon) and I wondered if I am the only one who has to find all these great gadgets that she owns when she wants to use them. I knew I had a rotary cutter and I thought it was in my sewing box. Nope. So I looked in the next logical place — my nifty craft box with the special compartments and everything. Wasn't there either.
At this point, I was calling myself all kinds of names because I spend money to get the good tools and then I can never remember where I put them the last time I used them. I even have a designated sewing box. (It is getting a little frayed around the edges, but my mom bought it for me a couple of years before she died and I really don't want to replace it.) My Sweetie bought me one of those really cool craft boxes and some of the organizers that go in it, and I even have a great big craft box that is supposed to go under my bed, but my bed isn't tall enough and …
Oh, wait! The big box! Maybe just maybe … so I dug it out of the closet under the staircase. This is a much bigger deal than it seems. I live in a tiny little house and storage is at a premium so every square inch of storage space is designated and of, course, the great big craft box is on the bottom because, well, because it's big.
Anyway, I finally got it out, and foraged through it. (There is some really neat stuff in there.) And sure, enough, there was my rotary cutter. I didn't put the box back. My Sweetie did it for me.
The moral of the story is this: It doesn't do you any good to have great organizational skills and great organizational boxes if you don't use them!! Grrrrrrrrrr.