“When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.” Rodney Dangerfield
“The problem with mistakes is they’re so temporary. You can make one today and then, tomorrow, some people will already have forgotten about it.” Ritu Ghatourey
Fourteen years ago in 2001 my husband and I decided to move from my long-time Kirkland home across the Puget Sound to Silverdale on the Kitsap Peninsula. We did lots of packing and had movers come in and pack up the remainder of the furniture in our house. On my king-sized bed I had a colorful and interesting spread made in Australia. I love unique colors and designs especially in greens, teals, and corals— the main colors of this spread. So moving day arrived, everything was packed up and we headed across the Sound to our new home.
The next day, the movers arrived and unloaded everything… boxes, boxes, more boxes, and furniture. I quickly put our master bed together and pulled out the linen for the bed. I found everything but the bed-skirt for my beloved bedspread. Oh well… I’ll find it later when everything is unpacked. Finally, a week later with everything put away, I still could not find the bed-skirt. What in the world had happened to it? I finally decided that the movers had goofed and kept it for wrapping around someone else’s breakable items. I was devastated as I felt I could not put the bedspread on without its’ matching skirt. So I pulled the spread off and packed it away to use on the guest bed, as it is smaller.
Ten years later… I never did find the skirt for my bedspread.
Fast forward… 10 years as we decided that we needed to downsize. Our home was too big and the yard was way too much work so we put the house up For Sale and decided to move again. Of course we needed to get rid of extra furniture and miscellaneous sheets, blankets, kitchen goods, etc. that we never use. My husband piled everything in the trunk of my car and sent me off to Goodwill. When I arrived at Goodwill, the worker was gracious in helping me unload. He pulled out a big, old suitcase that my husband had stored in the attic, but it had something in it. He opened up the suitcase and THERE was the bed-skirt that I had been missing all these years. I broke into tears. I was in so much shock I stupidly let the man take the bed-skirt away. My husband, in our move from Kirkland to Silverdale had never bothered to open up the suitcase. He simply stashed it in our attic storage area to never be seen again.
Only my husband would never wonder why an empty suitcase could gain weight before he stashed it away!