Last spring, in all my domesticity, I bought “Space Bags” to protect all my woolens from those bad wool eating Moths. I carefully packed and stored all my sweaters and Hubby’s wool shirts. I was so proud of my accomplishments! Smile, smile, smile!!!!
Fast forward to a week ago when I pulled out the woolens for unpacking and putting back in Moth free closets. I found Hubby’s shirts, and our coats, and a few of my lesser sweaters, but my favorite and best sweaters were no where to be found!!! Also in that bag were two blankets. I searched high and low, in and out and all around the house. No bag. Certainly I didn’t accidentally give it away to charity?
This morning I could feel my self really losing control and I began to get frantic. I was sending Greta under beds, tossing boxes in the attic and I was near to a nervous breakdown!
Then I decided I would look in our guest room closet, which is currently chock-a-block full with Old Boy’s stuff.
There in the very back of the closet, was the sealed bag!
Once again I could breath!!!
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