Anyway, the sketch book turned out to be a fabulous tool. I divided it into sections (recipes, quilting patterns, inspirational sites and blogs, and notes) so that all my brilliant ideas could land in one space. I also kept a running list of EVERY SINGLE project I started this year, since one of my new years goals was to be a finisher, not just a starter!
One of the most important things in the book at this time are instructions for a project I am currently working on. I have all the measurements, requirements, and sketches for a particular idea paper clipped together in the middle of my sketchbook. I'm ready to resurrect this project, so I went to grab my book this morning to refresh myself about where I am in the process. I also wanted to review all the ideas I have gathered so I can start making lists for Christmas.
Not in the nook by the computer. Not in my quilting drawers. Not in my closet, the homeschool closet, or the homeschool room shelves. I am not by nature a pile person. Sure, things stack up from time to time, but they usually start driving me crazy sooner rather than later and I disassemble my little piles. So, it isn't like there are a million places a great big, spiral bound book could be hiding.
Now, here is the ugly truth about situations like this. I have launched an all out search and rescue for my book and can not even begin to rest or focus on the 8,465 tasks before me today until I have located it. I can't even remember the last time I used it, so I don't know exactly how long it has been missing, but my guess is a good while. I have not even thought about it, much less been concerned about it in months, but now it is urgent that I have it in my hands right this very moment. If not yesterday.
My memory has been completely off duty since I started my sketchbook at the start of the year. I haven't taxed myself to remember a single great idea or hold on to the tiniest pinch of creative inspiration because all that information was stored securely away in my book.
This day is off to a rocky start. The longer my book is missing, the higher my anxiety level gets. The higher my anxiety level gets, the more likely I will start to tear apart closets and clean out drawers (which I absolutely DO NOT have time for right now), and the more likely my regularly scheduled productivity will be on a steady decline.
Here's the kicker........if I had the capacity to remember where I kept my memory book I wouldn't have needed a memory book to start with!!!
Oh dread. I feel a major melt down coming on.