There are three of us in my immediate family (my two daughters and me) – and in the past six weeks we have all relocated.
Which made me think of my winter blanket. As in, where exactly is that thing, anyway?
Wait, don’t you live in Florida? Why do you even have a winter blanket? Valid question. It’s a bit of a story.
When I was 17 and living up north, I found myself finished with school a semester early and also, without a job. It was the dead of winter and I had not a single thing to do. Reviving my crochet skills, I grabbed some yarn and made myself a scarf. Since that filled about a day and a half, I thought, well, maybe this should be a blanket. I have plenty of time and it felt more productive than getting lost in soap operas.
I would work on it, then get busy and do something else. Then I would pick it back up and work, then run out of yarn. Three years later, I finished that baby!
It was 7’ wide, and when completed, 7’ long as well. There were 4 rows of navy and 2 rows of burgundy, all done with a double crochet stitch, or a half double. Which is a strange term, half double, like isn’t that the same as a single?
When I finished this, I threw out my crochet needle and vowed to never attempt such a project again.
I managed to hang on to it for many many years, even though I’ve lived in Florida for the majority of my adult life.
Once when my younger daughter was in high school, she returned from a football game with this blanket all full of leaves and grass. I almost came undone. She had no idea prior to that moment that I had actually MADE the thing.
And now it’s gone. I have moved several times in the past few years, and it’s been a minute since I even remember seeing it. It’s not like it’s folded up in the corner somewhere and I missed it. This massive wool monster weighs about 20 lbs.
None of the offspring have seen it. And they’ve all handled their life’s belongings, as have I, in recent days.
Maybe I gave it to a friend who was moving up north? Maybe it mistakenly ended up in a goodwill drop off? The mystery has been haunting me for the last few days.
I have often thought if I could choose any super power, it would be to locate lost things. Or lost people, and dogs, maybe even cats?
Have you ever suddenly realized something was missing? And you have no clue as to its whereabouts? Could you use the super power of finding lost things? Tell me what you lost and when!
Thanks for reading, until next time,