A Match for the Mad Scientist

Last week, a cold front moved through Southern California and I decided to break out a sweater I hadn't worn in probably 8 months. It was rumpled in my closet and rather than iron it, I asked Mr. Wonderful if I could use his steamer.

As I went to plug it in, he said, "I'll do it." So I held the sweater while he ran the trusty steam gun over it.

"When did you wear this last?" he asked.

"Winter. Why?"

"It smells... Like old lady washcloth face."

Now for those of you who missed this post on my old blog, Old Lady Washcloth Face is the name my sweet, sweet husband has given to the scent that apparently disrupts my normal rosy facial smell if my washcloth has been used too many times.

I like to tell him he's very high functioning for being Autistic.

Anyway, I thought after divulging Mr. W's mad scientist behavior it was only fair that Old Lady Washcloth Face come clean about her other dirty little secret. A voluntary quid pro quo of sorts.

You see, O.L.W.F. is a craft hoarder:

 I like to keep lots of wrapping paper supplies and boxes handy
because you never know when you might need something.
Yes, I'm the girl who folds up and reuses every scrap of tissue.

 This is just a pile of some stuff that's featured in my Etsy store.
Some of it was made from boxes and other containers I hoarded...

Look at all that felt and paint and craftery. Oh and a little bag of cat treats.
Isn't that a fitting find for O.L.W.F.?

Paper is probably my biggest downfall. If I think I might use it again
as a gift tag or something, it goes into the Craft Cabinet of Mystery.

When I think about the Mad Scientist and Old Lady Washcloth Face growing old together, I imagine piles of cardstock gathering dust in corners next to strangely grafted fruit trees and bottles of moldy starter dough. I'll have strands of glue gun string permanently tangled in my hair and he'll have spreadsheets charting the growth of all his shot glass roots and bulbs.

Clearly, we're a match made in heaven.