Now I know I showed you the pile of old fabrics that had been in the back of the car for a while but last chemo round I washed them and ironed them. I know! Ironing!
They were very pretty on the clothesline. This is what chemo drugs do to me.
It seems to be some kind of bizarre nesting compulsion before each round. Last time I also cleaned out the pantry for the first time in two years.
We are talking the big clean where you completely empty it and throw out the 2010 Lavash crackers. Do not judge me unless you have a minimum of five offspring.
I did similar things before babies were due. Stripped paint, scoured the linen cupboard, built shelving...as you do.
Last chemo I had the flu thing too so I was quite deranged.
There may have been the culling of baby clothes and toys involved which forced me back to the oppy lugging unmarked black bags of booty. I don't like to see what's in them lest I become sentimental and relent.
I have been known to rescue a doomed giggling Ernie from a transparent plastic bag in a moment of weakness. It may have been the tragic giggling more than the clear bag.
I find if it is unseen for a few days I can rarely remember the contents and it is a cold and remorseless drop off. Easy.
The problem lies in what comes home again. This sheet binge was just too good to pass up. Lucky that assistant took the huge carton away when only this much had been fluffed and folded into my booty pile.
So today is the last visit to the keeno club. Numero Six. I have mixed feelings. Dread and excitement. It's a bit like graduating. Will there be a certificate of completion? There is talk of a small stuffed toy given by the counsellor. If so, it may be heading for the Black Bag of Destiny. Anything that reminds me of the 'rooms' may end up in the bin as it brings on a little nausea.
I am hoping my retirement from the keeno stage might herald the return of the making mojo-hito. Some art might get finished, some domestic duties undertaken, some sewing machining and zip insertion may even take place.
There could be a good year of sewing in this lot. What have I done? Any thoughts on what to do with it all? I see cushions and tote bags and frocks...oh my!
All ideas will be appreciated as I twiddle my toes in their socks and stocks again and consider the mysteries of the universe and the sudoku app on my i-pad. Onward and upward, my friends!