66) Losing it

It's Saturday morning; the event is tomorrow.  Everything is running smoothly.  Today will be full, but not crazy, and I should even be able to take the evening off.

Except I've lost my coif.  It's linen, white, completely handstitched, and quite small.  I have the pieces to make another - but I think they're vacationing along with the finished one.

I don't think I have enough linen left to make another.  Not in the right weight/colour, anyway.

Arrgh.

Comments

[Mary de B]

It'll turn up. Really it will. The dog ate it. It's in the dirty laundry pile. Um...

[gayle]

Fingers crossed that the coif turned up in time, and that all went well!