Remember this life changing storage board for my cut'n'dry foam pieces? Well, I was away on an unplanned holiday - really, it was..ask my Father, he sprang the idea as a form of emotional blackmail to 'help him recuperate'. Hard to say no!
Oh, sorry huge digression.
So there sat my lovely new sponge board, proud and useful on my desk, patiently waiting for me to come back and be gloatingly arty. It got me back. Well, not the lovely inexpensive board of course, after all, what can go wrong with a piece of carefully annotated chipboard? No gentle reader, it was the the most important element known to mankind. The sun. It shone and bathed my desk in unusual light and warmth. And the warmth done gone made the sticky velcro pads unsticky. Slidey, if you like. Actually, that's the best and most accurate definition. Slidey. Indeed, when I finally got to my desk on Monday to do real work, I picked up the old (but new) sponge board to stow it elsewhere and every damn sponge slid clean off its fixing. Argh, I don't mind telling you.
But you know how laid back and cool I
am in any crisis. You couldn't tell whether I was laughing or whining a chain of expletives, honestly. Because you weren't there. So I glued the velcro dots back onto the card. With proper undiluted rage. Wait, no. Proper undiluted PVA. And as you can see, all is right with the sponge board. And therefore, the crisis is a 'never was'. Just as well huh, or this would've been another whiney post.
Have a lovely weekend.