“I can't find my camera,” I said to the room at large. I use a small point-and-shoot camera, so it's very easy to misplace (not that I had ever lost it before, mind you, but I'm just saying, in theory, it would be very easy to misplace it). I love this little camera. It has seen me through two high school graduations and countless vacations. I'm attached to my little friend.
We looked everywhere throughout the weekend and at work on Monday. Nothing. The camera had simply vanished . . .
Then my older son came home from Colorado, where he was attending a conference, and promptly confessed that he borrowed my camera because he didn't feel like hauling his fancy-schmancy Nikon camera all over the place! And, by the way, he had taken it from my desk, so the camera wasn't out gallivanting some place where it didn't belong!!! Arghhh!!!!!!! I didn't know whether to cry for joy or to yell in frustration!
This is an outrage! This is abuse of a middle-aged woman! This is gaslight! My family is conspiring to drive me crazy!!!!!
Well, my son has now been properly chastised. Borrowing is O.K., not letting Mom know . . . BAD!
And what did I want to photograph that started the search to begin with?
This darling embroidery scissors, brought back to me from Paris as a souvenir by a dear friend! She had seen my stork embroidery scissors shown here and thought I might like these. Might? I adore them!!! They are made by Sajou, the famous French scissors manufacturers. It's made to resemble the Eiffel Tower and even comes with a tassel and an Eiffel Tower charm. Is this souvenir over the top, or what??? Vive la France!!! And thank you, thank you, thank you, Sue! I guess this is the beginning of a beautiful collection . . .