The Curse of the Camisoles

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My mother-in-law had a box of my novels delivered to her place  while I was away in Montana. When I got home, I got the Captain to collect it and bring it home.

I was looking for scraps of paper to start a fire in the woodstove and noticed some tissue paper on the box of books. Might as well burn that. It would be perfect for starting the kindling.

That evening, m-i-l phoned and said she had sent two camisoles over for me to fix for her.

“Oh? I didn’t see any camisoles,” I told her. 

“They were wrapped in tissue paper.”

A heat wave swept over me, hotter than the fire I had made with the tissue paper. Could I really have burned those camisoles? Wouldn’t I have noticed that something was inside the paper?  I looked all over the house for camisoles wrapped in tissue paper and finally phoned m-i-l back. 

“I must have made a fire with them when I was burning papers. But I don’t know how I wouldn’t have noticed them.”

“Well … they’re very thin …,” she said. “But don’t worry about it.”

About a week later, my m-i-l phoned. “Guess what I found? Wrapped in tissue paper between two blouses in my dresser drawer.” 

We both laughed with relief. She’s nearly 97 and is allowed to have a senior moment now and then. But my laughing stopped short when I realized, Oh no. Now I still have to do the sewing repairs. 

“Okay, well bring them over when you come for supper next time. DON’T wrap them in tissue paper. Just throw them into a plastic bag. Then I won’t try to make a fire with them.”

And that is what she did. She put them in a plastic bag and I had them in my hand the day she came over for supper.  I was very busy getting the meal on the table and putting food  away into the fridge.

The next day, the cursed camisoles were nowhere to be found.

I searched the house thoroughly three times from top to bottom. No camisoles anywhere and I had no excuse to have a senior moment.

Two days ago,  I took my m-i-l shopping, and bought her two new camisoles.

This morning, the Captain was making a sandwich and called out to me, “ANNELI! Guess what I found.”

“No idea. What?”

“I was looking for lettuce to put on my sandwich, and you know how you always wrap it in a paper towel and put it in a plastic bag? Well, just come and see.”

One bag has lettuce in it, and the other has … you guessed it … two camisoles.

And as much as I was relieved to find the cursed things, the next thought that popped into my mind was, Arrrgh…. Now I have to repair them after all.

I have decided to do that, and then quietly put them into m-i-l’s Christmas stocking (wrapped in tissue paper, the way she likes it).

42 thoughts on “The Curse of the Camisoles”

    1. wordsfromanneli Post author

      SERIOUS! I started thinking that sometimes when a situation is so bizarre that it’s hard to believe, it makes a good story, even though it may have been traumatic at the time. My emotions were all over the map when this was going on. I’m almost at the point where incredulity turns to laughter. Almost….

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  4. laura bruno lilly

    Okay…so you bought two new camisoles before you found the sandwich wrapped original ones…soooo: You don’t really need to alter/darn the original camisoles, right?
    I’d say a few misplaced (?) tissue wrapped camisoles is pretty good for a 97yr old – and that you as a d – i – l are a dear in dealing with this situation so patiently.
    😉

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  8. Rachel E

    What a fun read. Thanks for the chuckles along the way. You really must write a book with all the stories from your blog. Always enjoyable and thought provoking. Rachel

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    1. wordsfromanneli Post author

      Isn’t it strange how things that are so stubbornly against everything normal and that cause us so much grief, turn out to be funny once they’re resolved? Glad you got a chuckle out of the story. I agree about the repairs not even really being needed.

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