When you get sweaters and books for Christmas and are excited about them. (Hey, it’s the new edition of Prehistoric Cave Art)
When you could swear that you have a dress with a certain design on it, and you don’t, no matter how often you go through your closet, even using more light just to make certain. (In my defense, I had looked at a dress with the pattern on it, and decided against getting one because I’d already bought something. I think.)
When you discover that you spent four minutes studying the disappearing pattern on a different dress. Actually, it is fascinating, because the print on the dress is the same color, just a little paler, and when the light hits the material of the skirt at an angle, the pattern disappears and it appears to be a solid-colored fabric. I’ve never noticed that before, and I was looking at it, playing with angles and wondering about the optical illusion and what might be happening. Yes, I’m easily distracted.
You know perfectly well that you have a shirt, or two, in a certain color and you cannot find either of them, no matter how hard or where you look. How hard is it for a cream-colored turtleneck with a sheep embroidered on the collar to hide? Apparently not hard. I think it ran off with a white mock-neck and one navy sock. If you see them, send them back.
When you mutter “turn that down” more often than you say “great stereo system!”
You spend 20 minutes looking for a book. You ask other family members and associates to look for the book. No book. Five weeks later you find the book, on the top of a stack, right where it was supposed to be. And no one else has any idea how it got there or where else it might have been.
You discover that the print gets bigger as you move the catalogue farther away.