Feather sandwich!

A sewing fanatic or "crazee" quilter has certain rules.....  one being - DO NOT TOUCH MY SCISSORS!  We cringe, gasp and lunge towards the offending party when we see them cutting electrical wire, paper, cardboard - or horror of horrors - opening the bacon wrapper!  Hence, we have several pair scattered, hidden and sometimes even even hanging around our neck.

Yes.  Until yesterday.  Confusion.  Frustration.  Despair.  Where oh where are you my sweet little snippers - come to mama you two pointed wee devil you!  Hovering over my latest quilt on my 12 foot quilt rack I searched valiantly for the wandering weapons of thread destruction!

With two threads in hand - still attached to the quilt, I felt up and down the entire quilt rack.  Back and forth I ran my hand across the quilt top.  Scanning the floor around my feet, I leaned and twisted this way and that - refusing of course to let go of the threads - lest I forget where they were or the bobbin thread pulls back down to the underside to later create a dreaded, threaded bird's nest!

I lifted my left leg and leaned this way and that, twisted to the right, and shoved my hands in my pant pocket foraging for them.  In the meantime, the threads gripped between my thumb and forefinger began to slip as I continued to contorted my body this way and that.  Really?  How could I misplace them? I had them only a moment ago!  The velcro swatches on my longarm quilting machine placed there (by me of course) to hold stich ripper and scissors were strangely vacant.  Oh how smart I thought I was to put those there to hold my frequently used tools!

Giving up and letting the threads go, I began rummaging through every drawer near my sewing machine and finding none,  finally went upstairs to get the scissors from the bathroom I keep in there to periodically trim my bangs.  Too busy quilting to visit the hairdresser I guess.

Scissors in hand, I returned to the the quilt where I trimmed the threads and began quilting again - focusing on the feathered pattern I was creating.  Running my hand close to the needle I felt a strange shape sandwiched between the batting and top flimsy.  Yes, you guessed it.  I had sewn my scissors into the quilt.  There they were - securely nested between 2 feathers.  Laughter or tears?

And so now the search began for the stitch ripper.......

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