Day of 101 Threads

Today was a long day.  Atypically for me, I actually went to work.  (yay getting paid!)  I was helping a friend of the family clean out certain parts of their house that hadn't been cleaned out for years.  In the specific case of their laundry room, it was 12 years.

It was a very long day.

The morning dawned bright and clear as our hero (heroine just makes me sound like a druggie) sallied forth to do righteous battle in the dark and gloomy cave of The Laundry Room.  Verily she stepped over heaps and mounds that had been left by the locals who had ceased trying to plumb its depths and now only threw more on top in order to appease The Laundry Room.  The piles resisted our hero's footsteps but she was armed with the shovel of Hard Work and armored with the breastplate of Persistence.

Hours passed whereupon the hero could be seen ferrying armfuls out of The Laundry Room--and she was mocked for it.  For if she were to carry all the piles out of The Laundry Room, would not the place where she carried them become a new Laundry Room?  But our hero was not dismayed.  She insisted on following the principles of 'throw it away if you haven't used it in ages,' and 'everything must be organized.'

Our hero grew weary but the task was still not done.  She began to bring the contents of The Laundry Room back inside it, and lo, the locals were afraid she would never reappear.  But even as the light heralds the dawn, so the sound of the vacuum cleaner heralded the end of the domination of The Laundry Room.  At long last the hero emerged triumphant and allowed the locals to do homage to her and shower her with many gifts.

And that is exactly how it happened.

Some of the gifts that I was showered with (ow ow ow ow) were part of the collection of the mother of the owner of the house.  She had been a dressmaker and the family still had a lot of her sewing supplies.  Most of them were given to me--and I couldn't say enough thank yous.  And although my post title says there were 101 threads, I actually have no idea how many are in the bag I brought home.  Probably less than 101.

But as my Bubby always says: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

:)



UPDATE:  I've done some counting, and in total I have 155 new spools of thread.  Where on earth am I going to put you all...