Yesterday was a VERY, VERY cold day in Winnipeg. -45 degrees when I was walking into work. It was a very good thing I was wearing snowpants over my nylons and that I grabbed an extra scarf before leaving!
When I arrived at work, I had to find my pass so I could get into the building. I took my mittens off and opened my frozen purse to find it. (Note - it was so cold that all of the metal parts of my purse looked like a frosted door handle on a car - left outside overnight - not a "normal purse" that was outside for 12 mins...anyway...) I found it, and proceeded into the building.
It wasn't until I was all dressed up in all my gear that I realized I was missing a mitten.
These mittens are my favourites! I love them. My friend AG (who I still only think of as AL) sent them to me as a gift with a pink hat she knit for me. They're made in Greece and are leather - I'd like to say lamb - but I'm unsure. Anyway, they're very warm, wind resistant and soft. Oh, and they have a great grip. No slippery grasps at travel mugs...
Anyway, I knew that I'd taken my mitts of in the lobby - so I asked the security guard before I left... He said nothing had been turned in, but the Lost & Found is maintained at the other security desk (a long way back to where I'd just walked over from... and I feared if I walked back, I'd overheat in all my gear...). So, I asked him to call them for me... But I soon realized my error. He described my light brown mitten as "grey". Huh?? So, it didn't really surprise me that there was no record of a "grey" mitten being turned in... (Or, at least I knew it wasn't mine!)
I walked home with my right hand pushed deep into my pocket. Remember - it's still about -40 at this point... I told several people about it... And knew in my heart - this wasn't the end.
I arrived at work this morning and asked the woman at the security desk of the building where I lost my mitten... No, she doesn't remember seeing it. No worries. I walk through the indoor corridor to the other building to ask the other security desk. There was a woman working that desk as well. As I approached, I just held up my mitten with a look that was half hope and half agony (that's a little shout out to Jane Austen through my older sister... who's probably not even reading my blog...).
The security guard nodded with recognition and opened up the L&F report book. There it was listed "Right beige leather mitten". That's exactly what it was! Within moments we were reunited.
Maybe I should take my younger sister's advice and add an "idiot string" to them so I can't lose them again... I just don't like the idea of me looking like I'm 5 years old...
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