Sixties Love + Missing Sharpener

© Melissa Gaggiano

    There is a curse in this house. The same curse that afflicts every household I would imagine. There is always that one thing that disappears. Even though you tell yourself that the you will put away that one thing in the same spot, it still manages to disappear into oblivion.

    Over the years many random things have disappeared into that void. There was a time when the cat was a klepto, but she has since grown out of that phase, and yet, things still disappear – a Gruffalo plate, Spiderman spoon, erasers, my trusty sharpener. I'm thinking of installing a black hole proof safety box for housing my next sharpener.