If you go back to Day 1 of this blog, you will see the sorry state of my closet shelves. It’s no wonder then that not only can I never find specific things when I want them, but that also on occasion I find things I legitimately have never seen in my life. Like this sparkly-sequin-flock-of-seagulls dress (t-shirt?), for example.

And I ran, I ran so far away…

I am not kidding when I say that when I pulled it from one of those giant, teetering stacks, it was like meeting a blind date for the first time. “Whoa, a little short for me… smells a bit strange… surprisingly soft though!”

I am positive I did not buy this. My children swear they’ve never seen it before either. Seriously, where did it come from? I’m embarrassed to admit that when anyone in my house misplaces anything at all–from a hair tie to the jar of peanut butter–blame is always swiftly and unfairly placed upon the housekeepers, at least until we find the thing 30 seconds later. (And we’ve never not found the thing, incidentally.) So of course the thought crossed my mind; maybe the housekeepers put it there? 

I have no idea. But the sparkly seagulls feel like tiny silvery swatches of sandpaper and I am legit not sure if it’s a t-shirt or a dress and if this is an early sign of dementia you guys will take care of me, right?