I hereby declare that the next time you see this hat it will not longer…
Do I have knitting to show you today? Nope.
What I do have, though, is a knitting story.
Last Thursday, in the process of purchasing my car, I had to spend an entire afternoon running errands. I had to go to the bank and get money. I had to go to the dealer and give him the money. I had to get paperwork from the dealer. I had to bring the paperwork to my insurance agent (hullo, Jo-Ann). I had to bring that paperwork to the RMV and get the new car registered. This all involved a lot of in and out. In and out of my car (the Subaru at this point, not the Mustang) and in and out of my pocketbook.
It also involved a lot of waiting. Waiting at the bank. Waiting at the dealer. There was no waiting at the insurance agency (because Jo-Ann). Waiting at the RMV. While I waited I read a book on my Kindle. I didn’t knit but I had been knitting earlier that day at a meeting I attended, so my knitting was in my pocketbook. The pocketbook that I went in and out of a lot as I went to my various stops.
When I got home with all of my paperwork completed I decided to leave the Subaru here and walk to the dealer to pick up the car. I had the plates in my hand and I grabbed my pocketbook and decided to take out the extras so it wouldn’t be so heavy on my shoulder as I walked up town. I took out the Kindle. And some other stuff. And it was then that I realized my knitting was not in my pocketbook.
It was gone.
A pair of Cherry Tree Hill socks that were nearly completed in a Stitched by JessaLu bag that also contained a pouch of notions like scissors and stitch markers and a measuring tape.
I went back out to the Subaru, which I had so carefully parked out of the way to make room for the Mustang. I looked under the passenger seat and I looked in the back seat. No knitting. I came back in and I looked in the mudroom and the kitchen and it was gone. I was sad but hey, I was about to go pick up my shiny new convertible so I put the missing knitting out of my mind.
Later that night, though, I told Dale I had lost my knitting and I thought perhaps it had fallen out of my pocketbook while I was at the RMV. I knew it had been there while I was waiting and I knew I no longer had it so that was my logical conclusion. Dale offered to stop there the next day and ask if they had found it.
I was sure, when my phone rang on Friday morning at 10am that Dale would be calling to triumphantly tell me that he had my knitting. I was wrong. The people at the registry looked inside and Dale looked outside and it was just not there. And so, I resigned myself to having lost my knitting for the first time in my knitting career. I was sad and a little bereft but it was only a pair of socks and I have lots of sock yarn. And also a shiny new convertible.
I cast on a pair of mitts on Friday afternoon.
On Saturday morning I ran a couple of errands and when I came back Dale asked me when I got the dent on the driver’s side door of the Subaru. I told him I had no idea, that I hadn’t driven it since Thursday afternoon and it was fine and I hadn’t hit anything. He told me I’d better go and have a look and when I did – guess what? There on the ground, right outside the driver’s side door was my knitting. It must have fallen out when I got out of the car on Thursday afternoon and I never saw it because when I went looking for it I only checked inside the car from the passenger’s side door.
The bit about the dent? There was no dent, it was just a ruse to get me to go have a look. Sometimes my husband just isn’t as funny as he thinks he is but since he found my knitting, well, I have forgiven him.