Remember that Tshirt I made Mum for Mother's Day? The one I packed with Emily's quilt and Swatch straps (and some archery accessories for Dad) in a package, that I mailed out last week?
Mum called. It arrived - without the Tshirt, or the archery accessories.
Words fail me.
- I forgot to pack the Tshirt afterall, along with the archery accessories, in spite of declaring them on the customs form, and they are somewhere in the house, disguised as toys or some other thing we have in abundance. I never undestimate the absentmindedness of Mom-Brain. And I'll find them in the distant future, and smack my forehead. It's funny, though, that I packed it all in an internal ziploc bag, and there was no ziploc bag when the package arrived.
- Someone, somewhere in the world, is walking around, wearing my mother's Tshirt, and using the archery accessories, and possibly sealing lettuce in the ziploc bag.
So I sent my mother the link to the blog post with photos of the Tshirt. "Look, Ma. That's what it looked like. I was hoping it would fit you. It fit Fleur, in any case. Happy Mother's Day, by the way."
I'm trying to look on the bright side: They didn't take Emily's quilt.
Sorry for unloading on you guys. I want to punch a wall right now, but I figured venting was a bit politer.