Projects=distraction

I'm filling up any idle time I have with some projects. One in particular I've had on my list is a collage board. Think of a modern day cork board. This will go in Sophia's room. I went to JoAnn Fabrics to collect all the articles I would need for this project. Talk about unorganized! That place was a mess. I must have walked up and down those aisles a dozen times trying to find a half dozen items. Took me awhile to decide on the fabric and then remembered I didn't know the exact size canvas I'd be using, and have no clue how to convert feet into yards. So I went up to the person behind the counter and told her to cut me a piece as long as the width of my outstretched arms. Rick later informed me that this is the Italian measurement system. As any craft store takes pride in their knowledgeable patrons, this lady looked at me in disgust and quickly informed me I'd be safe with 2 yards of the fabric.
Once home, I quickly wrapped the fabric around the canvas to make sure it fit (check), unloaded the bag with my list of materials to add to the fabric (check), painted the canvas white to make sure my old painting project didn't peak through the fabric (check), and then went to get the staple gun. The staple gun is Rick's. I should know by now to have added that to my list of supplies. So my project would have to wait until I could locate Rick, to locate the staple gun. In the evening, we went on a search: garage (nope), storage shed (nope), storage area in lower driveway (nope), trucks (nope), back to the garage to look in the cupboards (nope, but we did find all the beach toys we were looking for last week before camping, and now have duplicates of in a who-knows-where location).
So this morning I planned to go out for the staple gun. But Rick beat me to it and presented me with my own brand new staple gun, fresh from the hardware store. I will be hiding this with my other supplies that have disappeared through the years...my drill, hammer, step ladder, do-it-herself kit (which is a pink and blue tool kit, and yes he's secure enough with his masculinity to have brought numerous things out of that kit to job sites and he wasn't afraid to use them, and subsequently misplace them). So in with my other contraband goes the staple gun, once I've figured out how to use it.
So my easy project will have to wait until my next window of opportunity (i.e. Sophia's naptime). Thanks Lynn, for the project idea. Hope it's as easy as you made it look! Stay tuned for the results.