Unintentionally, I have somehow let this blog devolve into *Here's what I've made, here's how I did it, back soon with the next installment*. It probably had something to do with our move last year, which had its share of complications once we finally landed here after the long saga of trying to sell the house in Indy. (Among other things, two weeks after moving in last August, we faced another transfer (What?!!!) which wasn't resolved until the holidays. Fun times!) A little fear of commitment to the new place kept me focused on the handwork instead of mixing it up with my usual patter about the day-to-day. Well, enough of that. For the record, I love it here in Chicagoland (love.it.), we're finally working our way to the bottom of the to-do list on the house (no matter what the condition of a new-to-you residence, it just takes a while to make it your own) and I've made a lot of friends here. (See: love.it.) Bring on the old blah-blah-blah!
Which is another way of saying, I've got nothing to show today. Ha. But here's a good one. Last Thursday, about 10 minutes after placing an order with the Fat Quarter Shop, I heard a stern-voiced message being left on our machine. I didn't get to the phone in time to pick up so I returned the call to find that our credit card company believed someone had stolen our account info. After a quick review, I confirmed what they suspected, that a number of charges were indeed fraudulent. Amazing...how do they red-flag such benign purchases? I wear makeup! (Sephora), I watch TV! (Best Buy). Anyhow, sadly, we've been through this before so we know the drill. They canceled the account and issued us a new card, but only after I insist that Yes, that Fat Quarter Shop charge is valid. Please don't mess with my Moda Bella cheddar order!
Yesterday on my way out the door, the phone rings and it's an automated call from UPS, telling me to expect a shipment today. *Please try to be home between 8:00am and 5:00pm because this delivery from Best Buy will require a signature*. The message included no prompt to connect to customer service so when I returned from my weekly quilt group meeting (love.it.), I called UPS to try to save them some work and cancel the delivery. But *we can't find your info*, *it's not in the queue yet*, etc., etc., etc. The light dawns and I understand how they spotted our account fraud. The perpetrator must have requested delivery to a different address from the billing address which Best Buy probably refused. The charge was expunged but the delivery order must have slipped through.