Jane, I'm quilting again, too. Slowwwwly hand-quilting a quilt I began two years ago. Got interrupted with chemo! Yikes! The quilt is almost ready for binding. Anyway, that is not what I was going to write.
What I was going to say is that this morning I needed a spool of black thread. Enough thread to hem a full skirt. I was certain I had a spool somewhere but couldn't find it. Found a bobbin already wound. But no spool. I looked in all my sewing machine drawers (I have more than one vintage machine) and even in the drawers of my Singer Treadle. Nada.
I fear to tell you how much time I wasted, dithering here and there, investigating the contents of a large wooden sewing box, dillying in the treadle drawers admiring the attachments, putting back a spool of buttonhole thread that simple wouldn't fit the bill. Once I begin to dither I do it well. And here I am, in front of the computer, dithering again!
Finally....as I looked around one more time I spotted the one and only spool of black thread in the house...right in plain sight...on my cutting table.
Too bad hubby is not home or I'd have someone to blame.