On the hunt

I promised Brom a kilt. A kilt! Which I am going to sew myself!! What have I done? And before you say that I only made a promise to a stuffed animal that won't know either way and isn't even alive: have you no heart??? And if you didn't think that: well done you! It still leaves me with the problem of making a kilt though.

I have the fabric, thanks to my sister who bought it for me when we were in the Netherlands. And I have needles, pins and threads. At least, that's what I thought, because they were nowhere to be found. Which was extra annoying, since I had lost buttons of my trousers as well. Fortunately only one of two, so I could still use the trousers. But it was annoying. So, I bought new needles, knowing I would find everything then!

I was wrong. I didn't. Oh yes, I did find one spool of thread and a needle, but no buttons, no little wooden case of needles, no pins. I wondered whether my mother had tidied them away, but I couldn't remember her doing so and she wouldn't have done without asking me first. Besides, why put something like that in a place where I wouldn't be finding it? 

After looking through all the drawers, bookcases and crates I admitted defeat. I would have to buy/collect the whole lot anew. Grrr. Until I realised I hadn't looked through my 'side tables'. Which are basically zinc lidded boxes stacked on top of each other. They contain all the letters I ever got, photos, recipes, assorted ??? and there it was: in the fourth and last one I checked: the little 'pepperkake' (ginger snaps) tin. Needles, thread, pins and buttons. All present and accounted for. 

Now for that kilt....