My Poor Lonely Blue Mittens

One of my favorite presents that I got this Christmas was a pair of blue hand-knitted mittens from my billet family. I don't need the big expensive presents to make me feel good. If a present has meaning behind it, the value can be way greater than the hundred and fifty dollar IPod from Walmart! That is exactly how I felt about these gloves. I had wanted a pair, for running, ever since I got to Vanderhoof and Zoe who sometimes runs with me took note and found the perfect pair. My time with these mittens was almost cut short the other day and the heroic story of how I saved them is the topic of todays blog post.

It all started the day after New Years when I was called to duty to help clean the hall at which we "partied" the night before. I wore my mittens and a funky elf hat to the hall and put both of them in my coat pocket. Karina, a really nice girl from the Prince George, thought it would be funny to take them and hide them in the Christmas tree at the hall as a joke. That wasn't the funny part. That came when she forgot to tell me she hid them and then left. Upon discovering that they were missing I frantically began to look for them but to no avail. I returned to the Katimavik house crushed only to have Karina remember her prank and let me in on the "joke". The hall was closed for the weekend so I knew they were safe so I decided to ask Sarah my boss at the arena for the number on Monday so I could retrieve my mittens.

I arrived pronto on Monday (actually I was twenty minutes late but that is a different story) to get the number only to find that she had decided to take the day off. Desperate measures needed to be made so I was forced to sneak into her office to find the number, which was a success. Therefore I made a date with Art, the owner of the hall to pick them up, although upon arrival I was horrified to see that volunteers had taken down Christmas decorations and along with it my mittens. After that "spackle" a round of phone tag commenced.

After calling four different people I found out that the tree was moved to a storage yard where somebody found the gloves and then gave them to a friend who gave them to her daughter in Fraser Lake which is over an hour away. I honestly did not think that I would see them again but then Maggie, the girl who had them, said she had an identical pair and that she was coming into Vanderhoof anyways the following day so at 1:15 pm we met up at the Co-op and I was once again reunited with my woolen mittens. They are now safely in my house......somewhere!