After making my last set of grocery totes, I soon realized that I might not have enough for larger trips to the store. I really tried to keep my spending and buying limited to four bags, but with a large family, it meant I had to make more return trips to the store. Which meant I usually picked up something (or many somethings) extra, that I really didn't need.
"If I had more bags," I thought, "I wouldn't have to come to the store as often." Even though I'm in town twice a week to take Spenser to preschool and almost never go into town just for the sake of going to the store (unless it's payday and a weekend is ahead, then I make the exception).
Anyway, I needed more bags and they are easy enough and cheap enough. I bought the canvas bags right at Walmart (I think three for $6 or so) and even the Heat 'N Bond came from Walmart. And we don't have a fancy Walmart. And we don't have a craft department anymore.
And I seemed to have misplaced the tote with the lemon and cherries. I do not lose things. Well, sometimes I do, but I hate to lose things. It drives me nuts. I come from a long line of people who hate to lose things. In fact, my aunt (my father's sister) coined a very appropriate phrase. It says, "Once a (insert maiden name)'s, always a (insert maiden name)'s." With that in mind, if I find an unauthorized person using my lemon bag, things might get ugly. Forget about "finder's keeper's." blah, blah, blah. It's still my bag. And I will reclaim it at any cost. Well ... almost.
Edited to add: False alarm. I just found the lemon bag in the back of my car. I guess everyone is safe from Lera, once again. I will not have to glare accusingly at every passerby anymore. You are free to go about your business.