Lost and Found

I plunged my hands into my coat pockets this morning and came out with just one mitten. :-( I didn't really have time to be sad since I had to get the bus, so I dropped the solo mitten on the counter and grabbed the "still needs some work" pair to provide me with at least some warmth.

On my walk I wondered how I could have lost it, since I always look back at my seat before I get off the bus. And I got a faint glimmer of hope that maybe I had dropped the mitten in the house somewhere because I usually wear them on the walk home.

As I approached the bus stop I saw something dark on the sidewalk. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I went to look anyway.

My poor mitten spent the night out on the cold sidewalk and got a dusting of snow on it to boot - but now it is safe and sound in my purse warming up and waiting to see his partner when we get home tonight. Losing one made me realize how much I have come to love these mittens, so I suppose I should take the time this weekend to mend the small hole in one of the fingers. ;-)