once upon a week

there was a yarn company

that i really wanted to work with.

so when they posted a call for submissions

i fully intended to impress, hoping to really stand out

in the seas of ideas i was sure would soon be flowing their way.

i was happy

with the sketches

and the swatches i got ready.

packaged them up prettily and sent them off.

when the choices were made, i was in (in the 11th hour).  yeah!

so excited.

so pleased to have

my ideas taken notice of.

when the package returning my swatches and sketches arrived

(companies courteously return these) there was a little hand written note inside

that ended something like, “…also returning your ____”.

the last word was a little hard to make out so i assumed it said ‘swatches’

until i

emptied

it out

and saw

my scissors.

yup.

my well worn

workhorse pair

with the paint

chipping off.

i cringed.

i squirmed in my seat

(even though i was alone in the kithen).

i closed my eyes real tight, hoping

that when i opened them the scissors just wouldn’t be there.  but, they were.

then i laughed.  what else can you do?

‘seas’ taken from 78:15 in the psalms.