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doing my hair. myself. (with help.) the one thing i was afraid of…
I hate losing things.
And by hate I mean, I have a sneaking suspicion I have some strand of mental illness centered around losing things.
I hate it so much I simply do not lose things.
Except sometimes I do.
Not so much “lose” as “leave somewhere I cannot retrieve them”.
The last thing I lost was a grey American Apparel circle scarf that I left at a bar on Nicole’s birthday in February this year. It was pretty devastating because the scarf that I thought (for once!) was easily replaceable apparently was not due to a dramatic backslide in the quality of American Apparel’s fabrics since I got it several years ago.
But what does all this have to do with the wedding you ask?
Well as I was getting ready, my ponytail holder broke, and my friend Aimee lent me one of hers with the apology that it was blue. But hey!, my something blue!
After the wedding I intended on taking it off and putting it in the pile of things to scrapbook, silly as it may have been, Except I continued using it instead. Hey, I don’t lose things, remember.
So I wore it to Italy and have been wearing it everyday since, right up until yesterday.
When I lost it.
Or rather, left it at the hotel.
And it’s not like housekeeping is going to not throw out a nondescript ponytail holder.
So I have been forced to come to terms with losing it. Mostly by berating myself for being so overdramatically sentimental and attached to objects, and publicly shaming myself in this forum.
Cruel, but I think that that worked.