(This Photo was found here via Google Images)
Not every week...but most weeks...I find myself going out and having to buy something new to replace something old and hopelessly lost. As most of you know who come by here to read, 11 months ago we moved from Portland, Oregon, to southeastern Michigan. In the process...and it was such a whirlwind process, considering how quickly it happened from the time we heard of the possibility of moving to the actual reality of it...I lost, misplaced, mis-packed, or tossed a lot of stuff. Most of it's mundane and not very expensive and obviously not very important for the most part. Like clothes hangers. I'd had hundreds of clothes hangers and donated many of them, thinking I had more than enough to service our needs here. Think again. Yesterday I bought my second pack of them since arriving here. And a steam iron. I have no clue what happened to my old steam iron. And I still can't find my beautiful Pendleton collectors coffee mugs my daughter gifted me with thru the years she worked for that company in Portland. But I'm not going to buy more coffee mugs before I find those. Dear Hubby and I have 4 or 5 cups and that's plenty for us. The big mystery regarding that is I do have one of those mugs and I use it all the time. But why or how it arrived here and is on my shelf while all of its mates are still MIA...well, I have no answer for that. At least I finally found our wedding rings and a couple other pieces of heirloom jewelry so I know there's hope for the coffee mugs because I do remember packing them. It's when I open the storage cupboards downstairs and gaze upon the many unpacked bins stashed away in them that I have a tendency to shudder and close them back up again. I'd done enough sorting and packing and moving 11 months ago to last me for the rest of my lifetime. One of these days I'll tackle the bins. Just not any time soon.