I could have…

The lacy mohair scarf is done.  Actually it has been done for several days but has been curled up into a ball behind my computer monitor where it is out of the way and safe.  It should have been blocking by now, but there has been no space to block.

The new cutting table which I really do intend to keep clean except when I am working on it is covered with stuff.  Well technically I am working on it, I am still sorting out all the STUFF that I had and still want to have in my sewing room.  How did I acquire all these things?  What perverse creature takes over my brain when I walk near a yarn shop, a fiber shop, or a fabric shop.  What was I thinking?  But I love it all – it is a sickness, a disease, and definitely heritable.  When I look at my family I can see where it all comes from and where it all goes as well.  I never stood a chance….

I could’ve put the blocking board on the floor but then I would have to walk on it to sort through all the stuff and the pins would probably be painful on my usually bare feet, not to mention requiring a trip to the emergency room…

I could have put it on the guest bed but I have all the unread books there, the ones that were piled up in my sewing/fiber room, that I decided don’t belong there.  They belong in the library but that means building new bookshelves and I have no idea when I will get around to that…

I could have put it in the guest bathroom, but I have handwash hanging there and I don’t want it to drip on the scarf.  I am behind on handwash too – had one of those weeks where I spilled everything all over myself.  I was practically a walking waste site.

I could of put it on my bed, but Tabasco would object, or decide she really needed to sleep on my scarf.  If it hadn’t dried in time I am not sure G would have enjoyed sleeping under a blocking scarf either and the pins might have been uncomfortable.

I could have put it on the kitchen island….really bad idea.  There is one of those laws, I’m sure,  you know, the one that goes “if a mohair scarf is in the kitchen the spaghetti sauce will be dumped all over it”…