Today was a steady as you go day. We were promised bad weather, so I planned to bury my head in a sewing task.
The work involved measuring, marking, pinning and sewing. My living-room floor is ideal for spreading out lengths of fabric. The morning was bright but deceptive, It was a cool 6°C when I began working, definitely autumnal. The room temperature soars once the sun appears. It did today, reaching 13°C. I was a happy camper.
I worked while kneeling, then sitting and eventually standing at the ironing board, before sitting to my dining table, where the sewing machine was switched on, threaded and ready to go. It was a good job I had no unexpected visitors!
At one stage, some stitches needed to be unpicked so I went to the sewing box to find my ripper.
stitch unpicker
I had it yesterday. It was not on the table, in the sewing box, on the floor, or in any of the pockets of the clothes I had on yesterday. I searched the fridge, the pantry, the airing cupboard and every room in the house, but still never found it. I did have an older one, not quite so sharp, so gave in and used it.
I worked until the light was going (with stops for meals and a short walk outdoors), then folded my fabric and returned all the sewing accessories to their rightful place in my sewing box. I checked each compartment for the ‘ripper’. I packed away my sewing machine, cleared the table and finally got down on my hands and knees to check the floor. No ripper, it had vanished into thin air.
Resigning my self to the fact it would turn up when I was not looking for it, I made a coffee and went in to sit down in a soft seat and relax. Half way through the coffee I had a bright idea 💡 Did it slip down under the seat cushion of the armchair ❓
Setting my coffee cup out of the way, I lifted the seat cushion, but there was no sign of the disappearing ripper. I slid my hand down into the bowels of the chair and carefully moved along the very narrow space on each side and down the back. Tomorrow when the bruises appear, blame the chair! I felt something, but it was bulkier than the ripper. I brought my treasure to the surface, and inserted my hand once more. More treasure.
These finds urged me on…. My favourite son in law (I only have one!) loves sitting on my sofa, I regularly find coins that have escaped from his pockets, under the cushions. I wondered if there were any more under there? I did find treasure , but alas no coins.
Between the sofa and two armchairs I had a little hoard…
hidden treasure
- A roller ball Gel Pen
- Red Ballpoint
- Mini KitKat
- Sticker from fine crochet cotton
- Staedtler 2H pencil
The two pens were empty. The KitKat was never mine, I don’t eat Milk Chocolate. The crochet cotton is well gone, I have not used it for over seven years, but the pencil will come in handy!
I wondered how long the chocolate wafer was hiding, so I turned it over.
Sorry Elly!
Sell by date
It might be a little stale the sell by date has passed.
It says best before 17:44 1/4/98
The first of April 1998, Some April Fool I am!
Seeing as I moved away in 1996, hopefully I can claim the chocolate as not being mine!
Elly, you were back several times in between ’96 & 98, but chocolate usually has a long shelf life, so it may have been yours.
Great treasure hunt but somethings you forgot to include! Did you find the stitch remover, and if you did, where was it?
And come on, out with the story of 16 years ago! Who was the beau?
Ramana, NO. I did not find the stitch remover, and my beau’s sell by day ran out twenty four days after the chocolate.
Bwahaha! What a treasure hunt . . . with a pencil being the best find. Hope your ripper shows up.
Nancy, I am sure it will. Who knows, I might fall over it today, having looked too hard for it yesterday!
I keep my ripper on the mantelpiece in the living room; a retractable tape measure and the oil for spinning wheel in the alcove that once might have been where an upright phone lived…and I have quite a few pairs of scissors in various places in case “one is missing”
I have four pairs of scissors in my sewing box, they have lived in there for many years, Elly & Jack, knew they were not allowed to touch or borrow them. I have a ‘food’ pair and a couple of others for general use in the kitchen. I have always been a ‘put it back where it belongs’ person, so losing the ripper bugged me yesterday.
One time, I needed to cut something (polystyrene) and needed something with a long blade – I took my bread knife into my art space and didn’t put it back when completed. A week later I had bread needing said knife and it was nowhere to found, I tore at the bread and gnashed my teeth… 3months later I found said bread knife in the jar that has many other art related tools!!!
It is always extra toys/tools that go astray…regular things like keys and my eye specs have their own dedicated spaces…
I multi task with many kitchen items and some surprising gadgets reside in my sewing box, but thankfully, I never lost a bread knife.
I would have consumed it, anyway!
But where is the unpicky-thingy?
I chickened out and dumped it last night, I didn’t want to risk it for a biscuit!!
Coward!
But did you find your newer Jack the Ripper?
No, not yet, Col, unpicky-thingy is still winning the game of hide & seek.
I wonder if it will return to exactly where you thought it had been the way a miniature hanger form once did for me? We cleared the craft room completely looking for it, and a couple of days later there it was back on the table. Only the two of us had been in the house over that period, and we have never been known to sleepwalk.
It is probably somewhere very obvious and having a good old laugh at me. I’m listening, but cannot hear anything. 🙁