Have you ever lost something and blamed someone else for its demise only to find out later you were wrong, so very wrong? Well, this is one of those times.
I admit I’m a little scatter brained at times. I put things away for “safe keeping” and forget where I put them. Then I find the item AFTER I have replaced it. Other times I just have no idea what has happened to said object. The important thing to note before hearing this story is that I do misplace things. Yes, I admit it.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, one of my sons had a girlfriend that spent a lot of time at our house and traveled with us to the mountains on many occasions. Often she didn’t pack clothing suited to the weather. Once I “loaned” her my favorite pair of socks. You see I have this thing about character socks, you know designs or animals. This one had cute little dogs all over them. She was a big dog person, too. Anyway, she put them in her suitcase and I never saw them again. I was careful about what I loaned her after that. Still, my son freely loaned her my things. All was fine because I assumed everything was returned.
We had been out of town and upon our return I went to get my “favorite” comfortable t-shirt, and I couldn’t find it. I knew I’d washed it and put it away before leaving. It was GONE. I asked my son if he’d let his girlfriend wear it, and he told me he hadn’t. I emptied every drawer in my room…NO SHIRT! I had another shirt just like it but in a different color. I didn’t want to wear that one…I wanted the one I couldn’t find! I was convinced she had “borrowed” it.
Eventually after a long relationship, they broke up. She was embedded in my brain as the girlfriend thief. Since she’d stolen my socks, I couldn’t break the association between her and my missing shirt.
Two years passed and my other son tossed a shirt at me. “Mom, I found this chick shirt in the bottom of one of my drawers. Does it belong to you?” I look up to see my beloved grey long sleeve V neck. I was so excited. I immediately went to put it on. It no longer fit. What the heck? Not only did she steal my shirt, but she shrunk it and sneaked in my house and hid it…that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!
Spin Cycle: Lost and Found