Small Strangeness

[qos]

I have an antique chair -- my "queen's chair" -- that my father's mother left to me. It has a lovely curved back, but the upholstery is faded and torn and desperately needs to be re-done. To protect it -- and make it look nicer in my living room -- I keep it draped in a gold cloth.

Earlier last week, I suddenly realized that the gold cloth was gone. It wasn't on the floor, wasn't draped over some other piece of furniture. It was just gone. I asked Wolfling about it, but she shrugged and said she hadn't done anything with it.

Friday I got home from work and found the cloth folded neatly on the seat of the chair.

Wolfling again denied knowledge of it (and honestly, I don't think it would ever occur to her to fold it like that!). My mother has been known to commit neatnesses in my absence, but she never comes over without telling me, nor does she remove things from my house without asking first. I called her yesterday, just to confirm, and she said she didn't know anything about the cloth.

That exhausts my list of suspects. I sincerely doubt my apartment's maintenance crew took my chair drape away for some reason and then returned it... But that's the only option left.

Besides the fairies, that is.

Comments

[gothic-coop.livejournal.com]

It was me.

[oakmouse]

Sounds like time to reupholster the chair.

[elevengirl.livejournal.com]

Much as I like the fairies idea, I'm wondering if the drape somehow got removed during the time your screen was being installed, then replaced when some maintenance person remembered who owned the drape (and/or) got it back from the cleaner).

[qos.livejournal.com]

That's not a bad hypothesis -- except that the chair was not near the screen door (different floors). However, it is near the downstairs "back" door, and they might have come through that way. . . . Unlikely, but possible.

[sharpchick.livejournal.com]

How wild. . .particularly in light of one of my senior moments last night.

I'm going to see the Eagles in concert tomorrow night. I am sitting in the nosebleed section in order to be able to afford to go at all. I thought I'd take my grandma's opera glasses to avoid having to wag my full size binoculars. Went in the den to get them out of the basket on the floor next to the table with my ancestral altar - her photo is on the altar. They were not in the basket. I looked under the table. Not there, but a marvelous collection of dust bunnies was. Looked all around on the floor, checked the bookshelf, gave up. Went back in tonight to take food out of birdcages, and there sat the sought-after opera glasses, in their little case, on the floor in front of the basket.

Granny never liked that "new fangled" music, preferring classical and opera.

Just sayin'.

I vote for the fae.