The Case Of The Missing Apron

(my owl pocket apron! – owl pocket is on the other side)

I’m not sure that I’ve ever mentioned this on my blog but I have been grieving the mysterious loss of my favorite apron since we moved into our house in June. I’ve whined about it many times on Facebook and talked to all of my friends about it. Ashley was especially on board with my sadness considering she is the one who bought me this apron. So yes, I’ve ransacked our house and every box and possible place where it could possibly be and each time I’ve done this I have turned up NOTHING. I thought it strange that this was the only thing I was missing.. considering it would not be packed into a box by itself?

Yesterday I decided I wanted to wear one of two dresses to work. And then I realized- I haven’t seen either of these dresses in a long, long time. Where could they be? With no time to spare before work I started searching ever possible place in my house and came up with nothing. After this, I knew that an entire box of clothes was missing and it made me sick. I hate to lose things, HATE. I know most people don’t like to lose things, but it creates an anxiety in me like no other. I have to find whatever I’ve lost or it will eat me alive.. and if I’ve decided it’s gone for good I will think on it for years. Example- I lost a pair of real white gold hoop earrings (a gift – around $100) during Halloween Haunt at Kings Island and it still makes me sick to this day. Another example, I lost my favorite bathing suit the night before my wedding and didn’t realize it wasn’t in my suitcase until we were in Hawaii and I nearly let it ruin our first night in Oahu- stupid, I know! .. and please don’t ask how I lost my bathing suit, but my cousin mailed it to me after we got home. Shew. (PS: don’t let your friends make your alcoholic beverages the night before your wedding.)

(See- missing black dress. I also realized the sparkle shirt Ash is wearing was missing too, upon looking at this picture.)

When I went to bed last night I prayed like I normally do, and I started thinking about my missing stuff. I started thinking maybe they got put into the “donate” bag when we were packing and they were in Goodwill somewhere! I started thinking maybe someone less fortunate had them.. and I prayed and said that if that was true then that was okay. Next thing I knew I was dreaming about Biscuit. She was hiding under our bed and I was trying to get her out, and I was pushing a box back and forth trying to push her out. And she said (yes she talks in my dream), “Look in the box.” I woke up immediately. Got out of bed, turned on the light, and looked under the bed. A BOX!!!!! I pulled it out and it practically fell apart and my missing stuff spilled out everywhere! =D

Between God, our first snow, and Biscuit- I was led to my missing clothes. Snow is good luck after all, just ask Lorelai Gilmore. I’m so thankful!

Yesterday