Not recognizing my bra

(Chapter 9 The Fog in my book)

About fifteen years ago, I could sit at my dining room table and make out my food shopping list, putting items in order, according to the layout of the grocery store, but the other day, I didn't recognize my bra. I took my bra out of the washer to hang it up to dry and I had to look at it for a few minutes. It was as if I didn't recognize it as being mine. I live alone, so it can only be mine. I think that this happened because I recently had gone shopping to buy some new bras, so my brain is only remembering the old bras and not the new ones. One day I can recognize a new item that I bought and other times I can't. It is very random.