About a year ago I lost a bag of tatting. It was a simple zippy, but inside was the first set of centers for an altar cloth and a bookmark for a friend. I went to all the stores I had visited that day. I asked and asked. I check at the church. I turned my house inside out.
This afternoon I desided to make a quick run to the local needlework and yarn store; I needed black thread for a tatting project. When I went to check out there next to the register was my little missing bag of tatting. They had just found it this morning and tapped it up *boggle*
A number of other happy things happened today. It's a good day.