February 10, 2010
This is the story of a mother who went in search of a nice little sling. One that would help a poor broken little arm.
She set out one afternoon and visited all the pharmacies close to home. But one after another, they turned her away: no small slings in stock. The search was fruitless.
But then at the last one a kindly assistant had a suggestion. Have you considered a fabric shop, dear? They have things called remnants she explained. Maybe you could cut a large triangle?
There was a bright flash, as the red-faced mother had a light bulb moment. Er, thank you, she said exiting quickly.
She went home and surveyed the cupboard. Then the shelves, the boxes, the floor, a table and some chairs. The accumulation was expansive; some might even say impressive.
It was a clear case of not being able to see the sling for all the fabric. How embarrassing.