LOST AND FOUND

Had I know I wouldn't see you again, I probably wouldn't have packed you to the gills with my favorite summer shoes and sweaters.  But when I left you at the JetBlue counter I though you would be there with the rest of the bags at the baggage terminal ready for a little fun in the sun.  But you didn't show up-not on that flight or for the next four days.  And so I began to think about you my new red  T. Anthony bag--and everything you were carrying for my two week vacation.  I usually travel light, packing as much as possible in a small bag that can be carried on the plane but were we traveling for two weeks which required a bigger bag (more shoes!)

I didn't panic-everyone else had their bag and I figured a quick trip to J.Crew would keep me for a day.  Surely they would have the bag tomorrow!  But they didn't--and I started to miss my favorite sandals, perfectly broken in for long walks and damn, that new swimsuit that took endless hours to find.  I was the grumpy girl sharing my teen daughters shoes and hounding the airline with calls about the whereabouts of my lost bag.  By the third day I went on a full buying spree-the airlines had said the chances of finding my bag were slim and I was desperate for clothes. I thought of that Bravo show where they give someone two days to by an entire new wardrobe. There I was, running frantically through stores looking for the perfect white pants and platform espadrilles- it was stressful. Today was day five of my lost bag saga and first thing this morning we got a call from JFK saying that they had located my bag. We are reuniting this afternoon--hope there's room for all my new stuff!