I'm starting to think this isn't uncommon.
Last week Craig was at the church picking up the new sewing machine that belongs to the ward (I wanted to have it ready for our Craft Super Saturday). I asked him to also grab the old sewing machine from the Relief Society closet while he was there. I meant this one:
But he came home with this one:
Which I didn't even know was in there. Because I've only had time to go through two of the three closets.