Well, we’ve been back from our NZ trip for well over a month and a half now, and I’m finally able to talk about it. No, the trip itself was wonderful, as you know if you’ve been following our travels. It’s what I lost on the way back.
I’m pretty sure it was on the flight from Auckland to Vancouver. Fourteen hours of flying can lead to some confusion in the rush to get out of the plane, not to mention the fuzziness that fatigue can lend to the proceedings. And I didn’t even notice it was missing until a couple of weeks later. My heart just sank.
A little baggie of about 15 Grandmother’s Flower Gardens, done in 1/4″ hexagons, all ready to piece onto my little quilt. GONE!
I was devastated, felt hollow and bereft. But now, with almost 2 months of time to settle down, I can say: it’s only time (15 hours) (and hardly any fabric!). At least, I didn’t leave behind the quilt! THAT would have been tragic!
I did try to call the Air Canada baggage services, but they never ever answered. I think it’s a test: see how long people will wait on hold with bad muzak playing. I managed about 15 minutes till I had to hang up.
I will get back to piecing little little hexagons when we fly to Ontario in March. I usually have far more interesting work to do when we’re home! And I must keep reminding myself: it’s not about getting it done, it’s about DOING. (very zen, doncha know!)