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Wednesdays Are For Knitting. And Also Watercolors.

water color morning glory for carole knits

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.

This time.


This Post Has 13 Comments

  1. He’s such a joker … but in this case I’d forgive him, too! So glad the knitting has been rescued 🙂

  2. Smith pulls that kind of thing on my all the time, too. It’s funny a year later, but at the time….not! So glad you’re knitting was found intact. Our bags and accoutrements are as important as the knitting!

  3. I’m glad this story has a happy ending! Turnabout is fair play, so maybe you should start thinking of your own prank to play on Dale.

  4. Dale, Dale, Dale–what a tease! That feeling when you lose something, especially something you’ve invested your time to make is sickening no matter how you try to put a smiley face on it.

  5. Glad it was found. Now you need to play a trick on him. (Email me if you need some ideas! Although there are some very good ones on YouTube.) Do you have a “watercolorizing” app for your photos? ‘Cuz that’s really pretty.

  6. I gasped when I got to the part about the dent . . . So glad it was a ruse. And so glad you (well, Dale) found your knitting!

  7. finding your knitting AND a dent-free door…I’d be happy anyway. (I’ve never lost my knitting either. in progress or an FO. let’s hope we never do!)

  8. yay for found knitting and snazzy cars!
    and thanks for mentioning Stitched by JessaLu – I’m going to order a bag for my mom!

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