It was late in the evening after the children had been tucked into bed. There I stood, in the glorious mess that was my kitchen. The greater part of me wanted to say "heck with it" and go to bed, until I heard a voice say-But wouldn't you feel so much better if your kitchen were all nice and clean in the morning????--- It was good old Dr. Von Threadmore. I gave it some thought as she continued. ---you know how it is, you start your day by digging yourself out of the culinary mess that is this portion of the house....and you don't get done until bedtime AGAIN. It's a vicious cycle, and I just hate to see you feel so down. You can do it. You can get this done and have a wonderful day tomorrow being all caught up and having that great sense of accomplishment that you long for......go on,----- She was right and I knew it. I wondered where this burst of encouragement and wisdom had come from though. After all, she hasn't said much to me lately. I think she was feeling neglected or something... I haven't let her out to work since before the move, ..and she's not usually the chummy type anyway. But alas, I finally agreed. So off I went. I scrubbed and cleaned and mopped and then finally flopped in my tatting corner chair. Dr. V sat down on the sofa across from me and gave me a bravo for my hard work and dedication. --- It's all done now she said. Now you're all ready for a brand new day tomorrow.--- Quite pleased with my housework and with our new found camaraderie, we both headed off to bed without another thought.
The next day went off without a hitch. I was able to keep the kitchen looking spiffy all day and I even got the laundry done that morning before lunch. Dr. V wandered through the house off and on all day to say hello and show her approval of my housewifery. And at the end of the evening after the little ones bedtime routine, I sat down with great pleasure in my lovely tatting corner with the satisfaction of the days accomplishment behind me, and a couple hours of uninterrupted time ahead of me to tat. But as soon as I picked up my shuttles, I heard the strangest sound! It was a kind of whoosh....... and then all went dark.
The next morning I awoke from my bed, slightly confused as I didn't remember the events that got me there. Scratching my head I figured that hubby must have taken me to bed when he got home from his shift. Once I entered the kitchen however, it became all too clear.
Chemicals were everywhere. Dye pots had yet to be rinsed, and there were tools and measuring spoons strewn about. I couldn't believe it. I looked around a little more until I checked the laundry room. A wall of warm air hit me as I opened the door..... the temperature was set to precisely 70 degrees.... the optimum temp for curing dyed thread! AHA! There it was...wrapped in plastic and perched atop my laundry machines. Dr. Von Threadmore must have knocked me out. In fact, it must have been her plan all along...... motivating me toward keeping the house clean all day so she could take over as soon as the kid's were asleep.
The Nerve!
And, to top it off, I had to rinse the thread for her and clean up her mess!!!!
Needless to say, I haven't seen her since. She knows to stay out of my way for awhile after she has been sneaky like that. Although she might be in more trouble if she didn't come up with such lovely creations. 
I'm calling this batch Earthy Rainbow. I figure if Dr. V isn't going to hang around afterward for the cleanup, then she doesn't get to name the thread either! Hmph!
Anyway,
I give away some thread each time a new batch is procuced, and your dedication has been shown by reading all the way down to the bottom of this post. So I'll reward one lucky reader with a skein of Earthy Rainbow thread, 50 yards of a fine perle cotton that came to me from a far away land......more about that in coming posts. Please leave a comment on this post, make sure I have a way to contact you, and check back on Sunday when I announce the winner. I hope to have some thread live in the shop at that point as well.
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