My hairbrush. Actually… all three of them. Poof, gone. No accounting for where or why or how.
A shelf for one of the bookshelves. It is a rather decent sized piece of wood. how it could have just wandered off, I have no idea.
My kitchen broom.
My favorite small paring knife. One of the only sharp things in the kitchen that doesn’t activly frighten me. Gone. I’m unreasonably bitter about this.
A box of push pins. This is just random and slightly annoying.
Outlet covers (the baby proofing kind). I KNOW I had a box of them.
A roll of black trash bags (unused)
Ella’s toothbrush. She had two, now she has one. It is the one that isn’t shaped like a toothbrush so really, Ella had a toothbrush and now she has a little plastic banana thing with bristles on it. Poor kid.
Most things are easily replaced. But the mystery goes on. I sort of imagine all these random items (that would have been packed in very different boxes) finding each other at the city dump (because I am assuming that they all got accidentally thrown away… except the shelf, that I jsut don’t know.) I imagine them all in a little circle talking about how they miss the family they used to belong to.
The hairbrushes will adopt the baby toothbrush.
The push pins will play with the socket protectors.
The knife will vow to keep them all safe.
The trash bags will turn into a fort.
They will all live happily ever after.
I guess the other thing I lost in the move was my sanity.