I know I’m starting backwards, but this is the beginning and ending of the story of Wiston’s lost sweater. If you don’t know who Wiston is you can read about how he come to be in this story .
And if you’re curious about how on earth a mouse called Wiston found his name, you can read about it here.
I will preface this tale by telling you that Wiston has lots of stories and pictures to share from the BIG adventure he took earlier in the summer in and around his experience of going to France.
The intention was to learn how to paint and sketch plein air, meet up with some long time friends and make some new friends along the way.
He got himself in and out of some pickles.
It was really quite the experience ,but for now he’s focusing on telling “The Story of the Lost (and found) Sweater.
His red and white striped sweater was the first item of clothing he wore really. You might call it his true ‘birth day’ suit.
When he headed off on this trip he was dressed and ready for what lay ahead, or so he thought.
First float plane ride en route to the International airport.
Stories in between, but this is where we pick up the tale of the lost sweater.
Early on in his trip he had been staying in a beautiful place called Saint Martin which was one of the highlights of this whole expedition, but more about that later…
In the mean time somewhere between when he left home and his arrival at the painting retreat he lost his first ever sweater.
In fact if truth be told and as the investigation for the lost sweater unravelled, it turns out that when he was undressing in the back of a van ( his new friend Valerie’s car ), and into his shorts,this is where the pants and sweater when amiss. It was just too hot for wool and long pants in St. Martin and he had decided to get changed into something cooler.
He was busy taking in the country and the people. Packing and unpacking from one place to another which is what travelling is all about. Lost luggage or missing items of clothing can be a hazard when you’re away from home and on the move.
When he arrived in time to start painting it was still warm for several days in a row, so he hadn’t even given his sweater a thought. But when he started to unpack and settle in for the retreat is when he realized both sweater and pants were missing. They were no where to be seen and in fact he couldn’t remember when the last time he’d laid eyes on them.
No worries , another was crafted to fill in the gap.
Lo and behold the lovely new friend who had given him a ride in her van found his clothes in the back seat several weeks after he had been home. Thank you Valerie !!
She first sent him this beautiful picture. It was to show off the missing items found in her car and she had taken the time to stage them nestled amongst her hollyhocks. He was thrilled !!
Since she had last been in touch he had been patiently waiting and waiting, knowing it takes time for mail to travel that long distance. But then last week , a package arrived.
All the way from France.
Assembled with love, wrapped with a beautiful blue bow and inside was the nicest letter from her.
And guess what.
It’s back. His first ever sweater and he couldn’t be happier.
Now he’s unloading and sorting photos from this trip and others he’s made over the summer and will be back to share more.