Oh no. I brought out my bag of Harvest Moon floss - not just because I ordered the fabric yesterday - but to lust after the color palette. I love the colors of autumn.
I left my bag unattended. I have a two year old.
I walked in to find him pulling off the very last DMC number label. I didn't salvage a single one. He had every single paper off of the floss. He also had thread around his legs, his shoes...
He was so cute helping me put the pile of thread and millions (slight exaggeration) of little labels back in the big bag. Then he stood up and a bunch fell out of his clothes. We put those in the bag, too.
My sweet hubby said he would figure out which color was which. Really? Awesome! He's an artist and formally trained in color theory. Surely he can decipher the colors! Off I went to fix dinner!
I walked back in to find my husband trying to untangle a mass of floss. Oh no. I should have seen that coming.
I spent all night decoding half the colors. I completely failed at the other half. They are all just living in a label-less bag together. I'll figure it out. Somehow. :)