Prayers please! Missing item - Final update... SUCCESS!!!!
Jul 16, 2021 1:01:32 GMT
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Post by cycworker on Jul 16, 2021 1:01:32 GMT
God is good.
Hallelujah
They were in my storage room.
The friend who was supposed to come yesterday ended up coming today. That had extra benefits; today was the first day of Stage 3 in our provincial reopening, so I didn't have to worry about getting her on a list to get in. And she was able to bring another friend of ours. She needed a ride, because she blew a tire in her car & she thought it could be patched but it's too bad.
Anyhow. the three of us had a great day. While Ruth & I priced stuff for the garage sale that is coming on the 25th, Carol looked for the pages. They were NOT in my apartment.
We went to the storage room. My storage room is more of a gong show than I realized; I will have to get help dealing with that. Anyway... it was not looking good for a while.
Then, suddenly, she saw a box from Stampin' Up. She got it out from under the mountain of stuff it had on top of it and there they were. Thank GOD.
I know exactly what happened. I had 2 of the exact same box in my living room. One had patterned paper for the garage sale and one had the layouts. One day, someone was here helping me get ready for yearly smoke detector & sprinkler check our management team does. Since the garage sale was a while away, I was somehow convinced to put the box of paper that was to be for sale into the storage room.
Only the wrong box was picked up & put away.
Ugh.
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Well, my cousin came today as planned to help me tidy up. I was hoping they were right in the box in the living room, and I just couldn't see them.
They were not. She's really upset. They're for an album I've been making for her. All the pages are done except for journal spots & a few embellishments. I think the main reasons she's upset -beyond the fact that I don't know where the pages are right now - are twofold.
One, her mom asked me to make one for her brother, too. I got that one finished pre-pandemic. It was easy, because frankly, I wasn't invested in doing a really nice, elegant, artistic job. I knew he wouldn't appreciate it... and I did do a nice job; his mom thought it was gorgeous. He hasn't even mentioned it. Didn't message me on FB to thank me, nothing.
So here this guy who doesn't appreciate it... and who now decides he doesn't appreciate his family or his childhood, despite being the "Golden Boy," has a nice book of his life up to age 25ish, and the person who DOES appreciate her family and the effort & who wanted the thing, doesn't have it yet.
I feel like a loser & a horrible human being.
I wasn't trying to be either. I was genuinely overthinking it, trying to make it perfect.
And now I can't even FIND it.
A very dear friend insists it is here SOMEWHERE, and we are systematically going to look EVERYWHERE on Sunday and find it.
The only place left I can think of is my storage room. I don't remember anyone putting them in storage (I physically can't do it alone). I also don't remember NOT deciding to leave them out rather than put them away until after the holidays. It hit me that the box of layouts in the corner of my living room were moved there from my bedroom. And the LOs for this gift album WERE in the living room. So it's certainly POSSIBLE that I was convinced it was a good idea to move them there for the holiday season.
So please pray that's where they are.
The current status is:
I haven't found it, I was falling apart, but my friend Carol talked me off the proverbial ledge.
I have far too many pages not in albums. That has to change over the next week.
So what I have learned, even before I find them:
1)Finish layouts before you start new ones
2)Finishing a layout also means putting it in an album
3)Perfectionism is overrated
4)Carol is awesome, both in general & in a crisis.
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Hi all I have a stack of finished scrapbook pages that I put in safe place. Just needed to add some embellishing & journal spots. I wasn't ready to do that as I was purging stuff.
Now I can't find them. I mean, they aren't gone. Nobody would toss them or steal them.
But I can't think where they are my slightly-still-messy apartment.
Help, please! I need the Power of Pea Prayer!
Hallelujah
They were in my storage room.
The friend who was supposed to come yesterday ended up coming today. That had extra benefits; today was the first day of Stage 3 in our provincial reopening, so I didn't have to worry about getting her on a list to get in. And she was able to bring another friend of ours. She needed a ride, because she blew a tire in her car & she thought it could be patched but it's too bad.
Anyhow. the three of us had a great day. While Ruth & I priced stuff for the garage sale that is coming on the 25th, Carol looked for the pages. They were NOT in my apartment.
We went to the storage room. My storage room is more of a gong show than I realized; I will have to get help dealing with that. Anyway... it was not looking good for a while.
Then, suddenly, she saw a box from Stampin' Up. She got it out from under the mountain of stuff it had on top of it and there they were. Thank GOD.
I know exactly what happened. I had 2 of the exact same box in my living room. One had patterned paper for the garage sale and one had the layouts. One day, someone was here helping me get ready for yearly smoke detector & sprinkler check our management team does. Since the garage sale was a while away, I was somehow convinced to put the box of paper that was to be for sale into the storage room.
Only the wrong box was picked up & put away.
Ugh.
=============
Well, my cousin came today as planned to help me tidy up. I was hoping they were right in the box in the living room, and I just couldn't see them.
They were not. She's really upset. They're for an album I've been making for her. All the pages are done except for journal spots & a few embellishments. I think the main reasons she's upset -beyond the fact that I don't know where the pages are right now - are twofold.
One, her mom asked me to make one for her brother, too. I got that one finished pre-pandemic. It was easy, because frankly, I wasn't invested in doing a really nice, elegant, artistic job. I knew he wouldn't appreciate it... and I did do a nice job; his mom thought it was gorgeous. He hasn't even mentioned it. Didn't message me on FB to thank me, nothing.
So here this guy who doesn't appreciate it... and who now decides he doesn't appreciate his family or his childhood, despite being the "Golden Boy," has a nice book of his life up to age 25ish, and the person who DOES appreciate her family and the effort & who wanted the thing, doesn't have it yet.
I feel like a loser & a horrible human being.
I wasn't trying to be either. I was genuinely overthinking it, trying to make it perfect.
And now I can't even FIND it.
A very dear friend insists it is here SOMEWHERE, and we are systematically going to look EVERYWHERE on Sunday and find it.
The only place left I can think of is my storage room. I don't remember anyone putting them in storage (I physically can't do it alone). I also don't remember NOT deciding to leave them out rather than put them away until after the holidays. It hit me that the box of layouts in the corner of my living room were moved there from my bedroom. And the LOs for this gift album WERE in the living room. So it's certainly POSSIBLE that I was convinced it was a good idea to move them there for the holiday season.
So please pray that's where they are.
The current status is:
I haven't found it, I was falling apart, but my friend Carol talked me off the proverbial ledge.
I have far too many pages not in albums. That has to change over the next week.
So what I have learned, even before I find them:
1)Finish layouts before you start new ones
2)Finishing a layout also means putting it in an album
3)Perfectionism is overrated
4)Carol is awesome, both in general & in a crisis.
-----------
Hi all I have a stack of finished scrapbook pages that I put in safe place. Just needed to add some embellishing & journal spots. I wasn't ready to do that as I was purging stuff.
Now I can't find them. I mean, they aren't gone. Nobody would toss them or steal them.
But I can't think where they are my slightly-still-messy apartment.
Help, please! I need the Power of Pea Prayer!
