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I lost my favorite patchwork jacket in June a couple of years ago. The weather was unseasonably warm. I drove to a friend's retirement dinner after a long, hot day at work. Was that when the air in our office was on the blink? I arrived at the restaurant feeling hot and sticky. The hostess let me look around to see if I could find my "party." I couldn't find them.
I had worn my favorite patchwork jacket. I remember choosing the fabrics at a long-gone fabric store in Kent. I gasped at the price. Most of the the fabrics were a design collection...but I had to fill in a few of my own. After paying the retailer, I decided that I'd HAVE to finish the project. When the jacket was complete, I found the perfect lining and buttons to complete it.
I stepped outside the restaurant not feeling well. I slipped out of the jacket that I wore to shelter from the draft of air conditioning. I called and called numers of folks that were at the dinner to see if I could verify the correct location. My calls were not answered and I scrambled through my purse to find a list of other numbers less frequently called. Frustrated, I walked back to the car.
I'll always think that I left the jacket on the bench outside the restaurant. In my memorie I obsess about other places that I might find it. I called lost and found. I called a relative that I had visited. I searched the house and my car. I look for it a re-sale shops and forgotten closets. The lost jacket is still on my mind.
It's time to make a new one.