Searching For The Lost Coin

Aug 3, 2011 by

“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and sweep the entire house and search carefully until she finds it? (Luke 15:8)

Ever lose something?

I don’t mean your car keys, that’s a given. I mean some of your stuff. Stuff you really, really care about. Stuff that you care so much about other people think you’re hitting the “batty” stage.

Unless, of course, they too love said stuff, and then you all just sit around and, to borrow a phrase from the Little Black Dress, “fawn over” it.

Want to really understand a person? Play a round of golf with them. You’ll find out more about their personality and how they handle things than a year in the office. If you don’t play golf, then just check out their stuff – that stuff they hold dear. See, what a person considers important in terms of stuff says a lot.

Anyway.

I was reading and The Dress comes, well, swooping is a good term, into my office. And proceeds to pick up every piece of paper, book or anything else not bolted down. And no, she did not put them back where I had expertly placed them so I would find whatever it was I needed again.

“What are you looking for?”

“I’ve can’t find one of my favorite magazines.”

Don’t go there. I have tried, on 1,732 occasions, to suggest The Dress has a tinge too many magazines. And I have boxed/loaded/hauled an ever-growing number of those magazines from Georgia to Alaska and points in-between. Go to the biggest newsstand in town. Check out the magazines, start multiplying.

I’ll wait.

Apparently, it was one of those “most precious” magazines, meaning slightly more important than the “sacred” ones, but well ahead of the run-of-the-mill “favorite” ones.

I will dispense with the actual search – let’s just say at some point the LBD found said precious. The earth righted itself and returned to its axis.

“What magazine was it?”

“My favorite (fill in the adjective) decor/decorating/ambiance/style/etc. one.”

Gee. Why didn’t that come to mind?

And why did we need said precious? Apparently there was an old article about some hip decorator who decorated an entire house by … wait for it … wait … having nothing match.

So being the idiot and glutton for punishment that I am, I suggested she just have the SONS of Thunder do the decorating if she wants to try the whole “no match” gig. And yes, I ducked in time.

For even more about the “most precious” things, follow along here.

 

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