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We’re in enumerate down mode in acquisition ready for a big move.

So, we’re sorting and sifting, cleaning and clearing.

Whew! what a honkin’ burden of work! Now, don’t get me wrongful…. it’s in reality satisfying to get things cleaned up, but hefting all that junk profitable stuff around wears me rectilinear out!

Over the last couple of days, we’ve worked our chops off and cut a serious swath through the clattering in the garage- huzza!

I’m also laboring on down-sizing and cleaning the workshop.

Which means advent face to surface with some of my history of accumulating ‘profitable stuff’.

Oh oh…… I don’t always extent well with boxes of old ‘profitable stuff’ gone bad……..

I have a bad constitution of going, ‘urk’ and slamming lids close on boxes of tangled yarns, threads, flosses and material of that ilk.

But….I outline that now is a good duration to deal with ‘floss dish’ and ‘woollen thread gorm’.

The science of the laws of thought is that I’ll be dexterous to see what I really have (oh oh…. that’s scary) and then end if I want to pull it over mountains and onto ferries over to the isle when we move.

So, foolishly bravely, I have unhesitating to tackle the fatal box of doom embroidery floss that has morphed over the years into a horrible concretion of cotton and riddle objects.

This is what greeted me when I opened the burial chest of the Floss Mess Marvel….. oh crumbs……… urk…. bang it shut and run!

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