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My sewing table, ironing board, fabric cutting and measuring board, computer desk, la-z-boy, almost all my crafting gear, and several bookcases inhabit the room variously referred to as "my study", "my sewing room", or "I hate all humanity and right now you look human so leave me alone until I feel more agreeable" room. The floor plan of the room at this point resembles nothing so much as a Mycenaean palace. "Cluttered" would be a gross oversimplification.
Keeping the above in mind, as well as the fact that I have very long limbs and only so many coordination points to be spent during a day, the Event of this evening was to be expected.
So there I was, sitting on the floor, cutting linen that's to be made into clothing. I'm merrily trimming away and decide, "Yes, that's good. Now, to grab my pincushion from the ironing board and get this thing ready to be sewn." In my attempt to extricate myself from the fabric and get to the pincushion, I jostled the ironing board rather violently.
Of course, the iron had just been filled with more water and had been heating to its highest temperature for many minutes. And, of course, it was sitting very close to the end on the side nearest me.
Luckily, I managed to not be in the way of either the falling iron or the flinging scalding water. Several curses were muttered and then a short prayer of thanksgiving to the god who watches out for idiots and fools. I'd been expecting something of this sort to occur sooner or later, I'm hoping that I've now filled my quota of Dumbass Things To Do With An Iron, and am very glad that I didn't have to tell Downwood how to get to the Urgent Care Center and where my health insurance card is.
Now, I'm going to go get something to drink, put the tennis ball back on top of the dog's head (the current record is 65 seconds), and maybe play some video games. Long live rock and roll.
Keeping the above in mind, as well as the fact that I have very long limbs and only so many coordination points to be spent during a day, the Event of this evening was to be expected.
So there I was, sitting on the floor, cutting linen that's to be made into clothing. I'm merrily trimming away and decide, "Yes, that's good. Now, to grab my pincushion from the ironing board and get this thing ready to be sewn." In my attempt to extricate myself from the fabric and get to the pincushion, I jostled the ironing board rather violently.
Of course, the iron had just been filled with more water and had been heating to its highest temperature for many minutes. And, of course, it was sitting very close to the end on the side nearest me.
Luckily, I managed to not be in the way of either the falling iron or the flinging scalding water. Several curses were muttered and then a short prayer of thanksgiving to the god who watches out for idiots and fools. I'd been expecting something of this sort to occur sooner or later, I'm hoping that I've now filled my quota of Dumbass Things To Do With An Iron, and am very glad that I didn't have to tell Downwood how to get to the Urgent Care Center and where my health insurance card is.
Now, I'm going to go get something to drink, put the tennis ball back on top of the dog's head (the current record is 65 seconds), and maybe play some video games. Long live rock and roll.
