I can't explain what it is about that little Tiffany box that brings a smile to my face, aside from the fact something fabulous is waiting inside for me. I have received four of those boxes in all. My 28th birthday, Mother’s Day 2001, Christmas of 2002, and a wedding anniversary in 2010 were all made even more special because of a little blue box.
However, it’s not my love for Tiffany & Co that compels me to write, but my inability to figure out what happened to two of those gifts as they seemly have disappeared, along with just a little bit of my sanity.
The story begins on Friday, August 22nd, as I scrambled to get out the door for work. I had this bad habit of grabbing two of my bracelets, worn almost every single day since I received them, and tossing them a little tote bag. [Confession time: I’m a bag lady and must have as many as possible before I die. That means I win.] So, here I am jumping into the car with bag, purse, and coffee in hand. What happens next? I honestly have no recollection of anything that day, I just know they are gone. I mean, I know the three stops I had after leaving my house, but my activities in between? Thpppt!!!
What’s killing me, aside from not having my bracelets, is that my mind is a complete blank. I have struggled to recreate that day for a week now and have only figured out that the bag I carried that day is missing as well. I’m almost sure I would have put my bracelets on immediately at work as I feel most naked without them, right? But . . .
I DON'T KNOW! What is that about?!
Is it age?
Is it the anxiety that they’re gone that blocks my memory?
Or, is it my mind’s defense mechanism protecting me from the reality I won’t ever get them back?
I have no idea and it’s driving me absolutely crazy. And, it’s that crazy that is actually keeping me from being depressed. Bonus? I think not. I’m ready to be hypnotized, drink some voodoo juice, or have a juju witch doctor from the deep swamps of Louisiana do some black magic (no one should ever have to go there, seriously). And, I'm hesitant to say it’s not because I want my jewelry back, but because I want to know what the hell I did that day.
So, whether the bag was stolen, misplaced, or perhaps never existed, I feel I might never know. And I must add that I do appreciate the many suggestions my friends have offered on where to look, but I promise, I already looked there. But, if you have a suggestion that involves pharmaceuticals, I'm open.
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