I had a Doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon.
I caught a bus towards the Doc’s and got off near The Hubby’s workplace; since I was about half an hour early I needed to kill a little time. After a quick chat I departed and put my headphones in as I started walking the km or so to the Doc’s. When I got there I took them off again and went to put them away in this awesome little cloth pouch I keep them in. Except it wasn’t there.
I searched again. Not there.
I pulled every item out of my purse onto the seat next to me.
Definitely not there.
loved love that little pouch! It was a Nut-Sack (walnuts people! Jeeze, get your minds out of the gutter…) made by my amazing mum. The outside was this awesome spiral skull pattern and the inside was laminated cotton with a bright red and big white polka dots pattern. I picked the fabric and watched mum make it almost 4 years ago, and it has lived in my purse holding one thing or another ever since. The latest thing it had held and protected was my iPhone headphones and my Macro lens.
Now I was using my headphones at the time of losing my precious little nut-sack.
My macro lens, I was not.
So there I am, sitting in the Doctor’s office, waiting for my appointment when I discover all this. I sorta freak out, not so much outwardly as internally. So I txt the one person who I knew would completely understand (and would be freaking out WAY more than I did if it had happened to her) my Sister. She expressed her horror and sympathies, and assured me that I would find it when I went back, while I was waiting for my name to be called…
For an hour.
I sat and stewed for a whole hour before I got to see the doc. Half an hour after that and I’m out, walking back towards Hubby’s work, hoping and praying that I’ll find my awesome little nut-sack, whether the Lens is in it or not.
No dice. It was gone.
I sent a txt to my sister telling her I didn’t find it, then picked up the Kidlet from daycare (right next to Hubby’s work) and chatted to his workmates while he finished up. About half an hour later I checked my phone again. 6 txt’s and a picture message from my sister? The first one said ‘Oh Rhea….’. The last one was this picture and message:
I am so so lucky to have such an amazing sister. She can take a little extra energy sometimes but by lord does she give it back. She is so loving and giving. I wouldn’t exchange her for anyone, or thing, else in the world.
I have only one question: Mum, do you have any scraps of those fabrics left?!