Thank you for all the good advice about how to find lost things. Stop looking - totally worked for the tripod. Buy replacements - also totally worked.
The tripod was lying of the floor, tucked behind a bunch of pictures that were leaning against a wall. I found it while looking for something else.
And this morning I popped into Ikea for some pant hangers, laundry hampers and replacement curtain rod brackets. An hour later I was tidying up and found the original brackets wrapped inside a facecloth. On the fireplace mantle. Right where I put them. Where they've been sitting for over a week. I've looked stared at that cloth dozens of times wondering who put it there and why. (sheepish grin.)
My house is still too embarassingly disorganized to show you. And we're still missing things like lighting (we picked 1/2 of what we need and they are on order. My husband and I - as I've learned through this building process - are good a making decisions and we always totally or nearly agree on everything. But holy cow are we ever slower than molasses. Sheesh. Where most people only need one appointment to pick stuff, we take two or even three. To all the experts who helped us make our selections, thank you and I'm very sorry.)
We also need most of the closets to be fitted with shelving so I can put stuff away. The legs for the powder room sink finally arrived, but they aren't installed yet. It'll be nice to have hardware in the bathrooms to hang towels and tp. The windows are f.i.l.t.h.y. and will remain so until all the work is done.
And then there are still all the boxes. It feels like they're multiplying rather than reducing in numbers. I've heard stories about people who moved years ago and STILL have unpacked boxes. Please let that not be me. Everytime I open a new box I'm hopeful that I can get rid of something inside. That hasn't happened as often as I'd like.
I'm encouraging my girls to give me a round of applause everytime I empty another box. Those poor children. I think they think they have the nuttiest mother ever. Wait 'til they're older and their suspicions are confirmed.
So. Still moving forward. Still moving slowly.
Still not ready to sew.
But I'm starting to see a light. Thanks for hanging in here with me. I really do appreciate the company. :) xo k