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A Strange Occurrence

Something strange has been happening in Chez AuburnChick.

Now, now.  Don’t you dare start in with, “That’s nothing new.”  This is something I already know.

However, I find it my purpose in life to tell you how much stranger my world is than the one in which you live.

Take, for instance, the latest occurrence.

Way back in December, after I put away my Christmas decorations, I noticed that some of my hand towels were missing.

I hunted through every single Christmas storage box and closet, but I simply could not find them.

I finally quit looking, figuring that I’d find them next year when I start decorating again.

Not too long after, I couldn’t locate some of the dishcloths and washcloths that I knit.

Now this, my friends, was not good.

I knit those babies during the last summer Olympics…

You can view more pictures in the posts I wrote here and  here.  Knitting with Sugar ‘n Cream is not easy on the hands, which magnifies the tragedy.

I queried Rooster, but he claimed he didn’t eat them or throw them away in a fit of knitophobia.

I finally quit looking.

I figured that something things are better left unknown.

And then, the final straw.

This morning, when I changed my mind about what I was going to wear to work, I realized that I could not find one of my favorite pair of pants…light brown Hollister pants that fit me to a “T.”

You guys…it’s not easy being petite…finding pants that fit in the length and the waist.

I am not very big, you see.

And yet, I could not find these pants.

Oh.

My.

Word.

Something is happening in Chez AuburnChick.

Things are beginning to disappear, and I am beside myself.

I don’t have time to be looking for stuff.

I have lesson plans to write, books on diversity to read, and…um…oh yeah…classes to teach.

Before too long, I’m going to be nekked (that’s Redneck for “naked”) and dirty (no washcloths), and I’ll have a sinkful of dirty dishes, and that is simply not going to do.

Whatever should I do?

Do I have a Hollister-loving, knit washcloth-loving thief in my home?

Sigh.

If only I could knit some fancy thief trap to catch the perpetrator in the act.

But alas, I don’t have time.

Anyone have any suggestions?