Murphy’s Law

You know that feeling you get when you’re looking for a particular item and you can see it—so clearly in your mind’s eye—in a very exact location? I’m SURE my car keys are on the kitchen counter—I can PICTURE them there—right next to the fruit bowl and slightly hiding beneath today’s mail. That image slowly fades from your mind as you race to the kitchen--the 7th of several locations in the key hunt--and find that in fact, the counter is absent of said car keys.

Well, my car keys are actually safe and sound, but there is a little green button that has managed to stay one step ahead of me. This button was purchased to match specific fabrics for a specific coffee cozy and its number is up. I was SURE it was in my Joann Fabrics bag along with some newly purchased knitting needles and fabric. Nope. Then—wait! I know! It’s downstairs on my dresser, right next to my jewelry box. I head down, shaking my head and laughing at my forgetfulness as I swing open the door to my room and—you guessed it—no button. When I turn to head back out I’m almost sure I see something green and round race around the corner in front of me.

On my way up the stairs I pick up a sock that missed the load of laundry I put in the washer 10 minutes ago (another self-pet-peeve of mine). Of course, the washer JUST finished draining so the sock will have to wait. Then I look closer and see that some of my clothes are still dry—what’s going on here? Well, it would have been helpful had I changed the load size to large instead of small. ARRRRRG!!!!!

I take a deep breath and pour myself a glass of wine. I run my clothes through a quick wash (on a large load size) and put my green button project on hold while I finish my niece’s 1st birthday present instead (cream baby mitts with a soft green minky lining; see picture). Christmas tunes sing sweetly to me from the radio and icicle lights twinkle at me from the window. Ahhhh, that’s better. The search for that damn button will just have to wait.