so, i lost my skirt
only 5 days after accidentally leaving my underwear at my brother's house.
i didn't mean to. of course.
i thought it odd that i couldn't find them the next day, but thought not too much of it until stacey texted wondering if i hadn't left something behind.
then my stomach flipped and dropped. oh crap. it must be my undies. i think she means my undies, but she's being polite and reserved in attempt to save my shame.
then my brother asked with a truly baffled composure how it is that one could forget one's underwear at another's house.
he has a point.
but i guess, with me, many things are possible.
and so i noticed the morning after working that i couldn't find my skirt. the black skirt (one of a copious amount of black things in my wardrobe) that magically hides all, the skirt that has been in my cupboard for years and years and all over the world. the skirt that is very quickly coming apart and being sewn back up together again at varying stages and different colours. i had no idea where it might be, but mum suggested that perhaps it had fallen somewhere along the 13km road when i was biking home the day before.
it was an interesting thought. perhaps possible. but i knew it was highly likely that i would never see my beloved skirt again. i whimpered for some time in grief, and tried to let go, having guilty visions of me at target or the op shop trying to pick out a replacement that could never come close and certainly never be as worthy.
...
after an outing together in town, mum and i were on the way home in the car as i zoned out into the passing countryside. when, yes, out of the corner of my eye i noticed a crumpled black heap some place off the side of the road. mum kindly maneuvered a lane-changing, u-turn combo move, in attempt to humour my last remaining moments of hope.
as i moved closer to the heap, it appeared to look more and more like fabric. and then i noticed a glint of red, recalling the time i had run out of black thread for the most recent hole and lo and behold - there's my beloved skirt back in my freckled hands as a big, hearty and wondorously grateful chuckle escaped from my mouth.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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7 comments:
and your brother still trusts you with his children????
would you?
the original message was from me, not stacey. stacey didnt have the guts to broach the topic with you and felt that it was more a direct relatives job. you are very loopy amanda
do i detect a note of endearment? or i have i traumatised you all for life?
i do hope that those who know me best understand the difference between loopiness and stupidity.
Amanda, this little story made me laugh..thank you. you are still the same.
Amber
have i really always been like this?
hmmm. i guess, perhaps, that might be a rhetorical question.
glad you could laugh at my expense though. that's good.
expect another post about clothing very soon. been having some more...problems...
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