It pours. Literally.
Last Sunday, this was my street:
While we were very lucky and only had one room in our newly-finished basement flood, it was my sewing room. Not so lucky. However, there are several things that happened that night that made me count my blessings.
#1. I had a lot of stuff on the floor that was just piled and waiting for me to sort after we moved in downstairs. Part of this pile was all of my scrapbooking paper. You wouldn’t think that was lucky, except that right in front of that was also a pile of fabric I hadn’t put away. Fabric for my beach towel bags… and that terrycloth soaked up all the water before it ruined my paper!
