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Nov. 27th, 2018 06:52 amI got very little done yesterday in terms of what I'd planned. The search for that dratted fitted sheet ate all my energy, and I never did find it.
I put aside more things to get rid of, though, and I ran three loads of laundry. I found a couple of food stashes high in the hall closet. I'm pretty sure they date to a point when we had mice, two to four years ago. The stashed stuff showed no signs of having been nibbled, and the cloth hadn't been soiled as far as I could tell nor had it been shredded.
The shelves are high enough that Scott's the only human living here who could reach them without a step-stool. I very much doubt that he tucked almonds and a dozen or so of those white chocolate disks (these were dyed light blue) into an old flannel fitted sheet. The almonds were petrified. The white chocolate looked scarily the same as it had when Scott bought it (he has a bunch of molds, and he wanted to make multicolored candies for one of Cordelia's birthday parties).
The flannel fitted sheet will be going out the door. When I moved it, in addition to getting showered with the almonds and such, the elastic made sounds of crackling that told me that had been dead for a long time. The cloth looks fine, so I'm going to donate it. Maybe there's someone who will have the time and skill to replace the elastic or to cut the thing up for other uses.
I suppose it's a project that would be forgiving-- since we're never going to use that sheet anyway-- if I wanted to experiment with Scott's sewing machine. I'm just worried about hand tremors and sewing machines not being safe to mix. (We wouldn't use the sheet even if the elastic was healthy because I'm not enthusiastic about how sleeping in/on flannel feels. In my childhood, my mother and I had ongoing fights about the textures I liked versus the ones she thought I ought to like.)
I found a lot of stored clothes in various closets. I gave Scott a big bag of gloves that were in the hall closet. He looked at them and nodded and said, "Yeah, that's where we keep them." I gave him a puzzled look because, every winter, he can't find gloves for snow removal work or driving. If he's the one putting gloves and hats and such on that particular shelf, why on earth doesn't he ever retrieve them from there?
I wish the house had better storage options.
At any rate, we're donating a lot of cute winter hats that we obviously bought when Cordelia was a preschooler. Some still have tags. We're also donating any gloves/mittens that are too small to go on my hands. Plus one that is wide enough to accommodate my hands/wrists but that has fingers that are only half as long as they need to be. Possibly I washed them incorrectly at some point? Does microfiber shrink?
Does anyone know-- Can one donate bras that still have tags? They're on hangers and obviously haven't ever been removed from them. I'm almost certain that they're the ones my mother bought around the time of my lumpectomy. She wasn't sure what would fit me (nor was I as I hadn't worn bras for something like twenty years) and bought a range of sizes. My guess is that these two were leftover after I found one that worked. Mom didn't consider spending an hour plus to return them to be a good investment of time given that they'd been about $10 each at Target.
I didn't search much of the basement for the fitted sheet because a lot of stuff got stacked high and deep when our SIL visited. We needed space for a double air mattress down there and for her to be able to walk around, too.
Scott wants me to bag and box the stuff that needs to be donated. At this point, I think I'll use the study as a staging area. The basement has more space for that, but it would require taking things downstairs to sort and then back up again when Scott's ready to load the car. The study doesn't really have the space I'd like for it, but we don't use it much.
I put aside more things to get rid of, though, and I ran three loads of laundry. I found a couple of food stashes high in the hall closet. I'm pretty sure they date to a point when we had mice, two to four years ago. The stashed stuff showed no signs of having been nibbled, and the cloth hadn't been soiled as far as I could tell nor had it been shredded.
The shelves are high enough that Scott's the only human living here who could reach them without a step-stool. I very much doubt that he tucked almonds and a dozen or so of those white chocolate disks (these were dyed light blue) into an old flannel fitted sheet. The almonds were petrified. The white chocolate looked scarily the same as it had when Scott bought it (he has a bunch of molds, and he wanted to make multicolored candies for one of Cordelia's birthday parties).
The flannel fitted sheet will be going out the door. When I moved it, in addition to getting showered with the almonds and such, the elastic made sounds of crackling that told me that had been dead for a long time. The cloth looks fine, so I'm going to donate it. Maybe there's someone who will have the time and skill to replace the elastic or to cut the thing up for other uses.
I suppose it's a project that would be forgiving-- since we're never going to use that sheet anyway-- if I wanted to experiment with Scott's sewing machine. I'm just worried about hand tremors and sewing machines not being safe to mix. (We wouldn't use the sheet even if the elastic was healthy because I'm not enthusiastic about how sleeping in/on flannel feels. In my childhood, my mother and I had ongoing fights about the textures I liked versus the ones she thought I ought to like.)
I found a lot of stored clothes in various closets. I gave Scott a big bag of gloves that were in the hall closet. He looked at them and nodded and said, "Yeah, that's where we keep them." I gave him a puzzled look because, every winter, he can't find gloves for snow removal work or driving. If he's the one putting gloves and hats and such on that particular shelf, why on earth doesn't he ever retrieve them from there?
I wish the house had better storage options.
At any rate, we're donating a lot of cute winter hats that we obviously bought when Cordelia was a preschooler. Some still have tags. We're also donating any gloves/mittens that are too small to go on my hands. Plus one that is wide enough to accommodate my hands/wrists but that has fingers that are only half as long as they need to be. Possibly I washed them incorrectly at some point? Does microfiber shrink?
Does anyone know-- Can one donate bras that still have tags? They're on hangers and obviously haven't ever been removed from them. I'm almost certain that they're the ones my mother bought around the time of my lumpectomy. She wasn't sure what would fit me (nor was I as I hadn't worn bras for something like twenty years) and bought a range of sizes. My guess is that these two were leftover after I found one that worked. Mom didn't consider spending an hour plus to return them to be a good investment of time given that they'd been about $10 each at Target.
I didn't search much of the basement for the fitted sheet because a lot of stuff got stacked high and deep when our SIL visited. We needed space for a double air mattress down there and for her to be able to walk around, too.
Scott wants me to bag and box the stuff that needs to be donated. At this point, I think I'll use the study as a staging area. The basement has more space for that, but it would require taking things downstairs to sort and then back up again when Scott's ready to load the car. The study doesn't really have the space I'd like for it, but we don't use it much.
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