Once home, I made short work of administrative stuff, finished another doll hat, and dug out a tapestry needle to stitch up the sleeve and underarm seams on the second Chutzpah-sized sweater.
I was happily weaving in ends when I moved suddenly, and the iPod leaped out of my lap and nearly hit the floor. I caught it in time, but the needle flew off the working end of the yarn. I heard one ping and spent the next ten minutes or so poking around under the couch and coffee table.
I even went out to the car and brought in my small flashlight, thinking that surely I would see a glimmer of steel. No such luck. Maybe the Bermuda Triangle has one corner neatly tucked beneath my couch? If so, it would be the only thing tucked neatly under there: the dust bunnies have turned feral.
I even move the couch toward the door to see what was lurking. I did find three tiny buttons that had run amok when I was sorting them by color and stringing them, a few weeks ago. And I now have a
Despite my best intentions, I did no Aran swatching at work. Apparently I had caught a bad case of finish-itis on Tuesday, because it was still hanging over my head last night. When I went to bed, I had half an underarm left to stitch on one sleeve, and the whole shebang on the other, although I had woven in the loose ends around the perimeter of the sweater.
I think next time I will park the underarm stitches on a thicker string. That would make picking them up one whale of a lot easier than I found it last night. The first sleeve and underarm are now finished. I am resisting the urge to set the other aside and block Lark’s shawlette. I think I will save that for tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning. That way I can hand it over to her, or to Firstborn, at the memorial service on Saturday. [It definitely qualifies as bright.]
I am now going to sit on the couch with my iPod(!!!) like a Thoroughly Modern Millie, finish the wee sweater, and toss it plus those last two hats into the Ziploc bag which is nearly filled with items to-be-blocked; I’ll deal with them after I have really, truly completed Lark’s shawlette.
At this moment, properly speaking, I have nothing on the [knitting] needles. Did you feel that rip in the space/time continuum? If I send no more [tapestry] needles into the Bermuda Triangle in the next fifteen minutes or so, I’ll take care of that little problem.