It’s come to my attention that some of you are not privy to Pamnation, and it’s high time you learned.
Here’s how it works (true story)…
A friend from book club was wearing a lovely necklace at our last get-together. We all oohed and ahhed about it, until she finally she told us a friend from my neighborhood made it.
Today I called my book club friend to get the jewelry-making neighbor’s number, as I wanted to see her jewelry. So I called her and went by this afternoon.
When she opened the door, I said, “Oh, you look familiar.”
“Is it school?” she asked. No. “Church?” No. Oh well, we’ve probably seen each other at the pool or something.
We chatted while I looked through her jewelry and found a couple of things to buy. Then, as I was walking out the door to leave, something in her living room caught my eye, and I stepped back into the house to look again.
“I used to have a sofa just like that,” I said. This look came across her face and she asked, “Where did you used to live.” When I told her near Garner, she said, “I bought that sofa from you. Remember, I broke the heel of my shoe while I was there?”
Sure enough, there was my red, camelback sofa, the one that I brought from Florida. The one I nursed both my babies on. The one Olivia leaped back and forth to from the coffee table. The one I had reupholstered from pale yellow to deep red. There it was in her living room.
I will say, she has given it a lovely new life. She has much the same colors as we did in our old home. The sofa sits between two built-in bookshelves in a room filled with music and love, as evidenced by the beautiful piano, guitar and drums set up in there. She said it’s where she plants herself making jewelry while her husband and children are playing music.
Now I ax ya, what are the odds of that sofa moving to the very same neighborhood to which we later moved? And what, for crying out loud, are the chances that I’d ever find out about it?
That’s called Pamnation. You never know when it will strike. But you can count on it striking again!