So I did, in fact, find my bra. It was behind the little end table beside the wing chair, but it had only slid part way down in behind and gotten stuck, so it never actually hit the floor. Aha!
The really weird part? This morning, I was at work and went to use the washroom on the first floor of our building. I was washing my hands, and glanced up at the little shelf more or less at eye level where people tend to put their coffee cups or agendas or other small items while they’re in the washroom stalls, and there was a bra sitting on it. It was not — fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective — my red bra. It was a black bra, wrapped rather carefully in some of that thick paper towel that comes out of the dispenser.
I have no idea of the cosmic significance of this, but the random appearance of a black bra the very day week I lose, blog about and then find my favourite red bra? Seemed too odd to go unremarked-upon.
I’m just saying… conspiracy theory: 1, Dani going insane: 0.
I think that the Universe is trying to send you a message about support. Or boobs. Either way, I’m sure it will be deeply significant when you figure out what it means. 😉
Guess it’s been a boob of a day?
snicker… I amuse me. Glad you found it.
Perhaps there are bras disappearing all over the world. If I’m lucky, maybe some fabulous one will turn up here!!!
What size was it? Maybe the bra fairy was sending you a gift.
glad you found the wonder bra. now i’m coming local blogs to see if there is a woman out there wondering what happened to her blog at work. my curiosity is killing me. how did that women end her day without a bra?
Julie, exactly! My imagination ran rampant all day, trying to figure out by which set of circumstances one comes to lose one’s bra — AT WORK!! And who wrapped it so carefully in paper towel? And why? Mysteries wrapped in enigmas, I tell you!
I’m curious, too! Was it perhaps someone who bikes to work, changing into/out of a sports bra and dropped the other one on the floor, whereupn someone else kindly picked it up with paper towel and laid it on the shelf? Or perhaps a drink was spilled, rendering shirt and bra soaked, and a woman was wandering around bra-less (and shirtless?) under a jacket at work all day? Or perhaps something stranger?
I’m so glad you let us know the outcome!
Your bra’s location wasn’t keeping me up nights, but since I’m up anyway, my mind was turning to it in the wee hours a bit too often!
And somewhere, somebody else is now wondering….