I went into the closet in my office to pull out some things, there is a hole in one of the walls, that’s nothing new, it’s something on the list of things that needs to get repaired, but it’s not a deal breaker at the moment, so to speak.

When we were having the HVAC system put in, they had to go through the wall in my office, don’t ask, I don’t remember exactly what was going on there. Well…they put a square piece of plastic, just to cover the hole, that’s great, until it’s not.

Well…I went into the closet, as I said, pulled my stuff out, and as I did, the plastic sheeting came down and I looked in the hole and there were…2 tubs. These are 2 plastic bins of what looked like clothing, what?! We think that when we had the attic spray foamed that these 2 bins were a casualty and fell through the attic floor, not exactly how else they would get there!

At first I thought they belonged to the previous home owners, but nope, my stuff. How I can tell…there is a post it, it says t-shirt quilt, and definitely in my handwriting! The big question…how am I getting them out of there? Might be cutting through the bins!

Was it fate? I was actually thinking about pulling out my bins for the t-shirt quilt so I could cut them up and prep them to be stitched into a quilt. I wonder… because after I do that, I call SDL’s mom, B, also known as mom-mom, to help me craft this quilt. I promise, I’ll share pics when it’s done!

Everything happens for a reason, right? But seriously… bins in the wall?

And before I bid you a fond goodnight, I have to wish my brother-in-law, ACS, the happiest of happy birthdays!