Saturday, December 12, 2009

Someone call Keith Olbermann

Because I am the worst person in the world.

I've lost the Baby Afghan for Afghans.

It's gone. I can't find it anywhere. It's almost finished (if you find it, there should be two balls of yarn with it - a small blue one, and a larger lavender one), and the other day I thought I'd work on it a bit, except...I can't find it.

I took it to Cleveland, as posted here. It was in my London bag, and a few days after we got home I needed the bag for something else, so I took out the baby blanket and put it...where? Where?!

When I started looking for it the other day, I thought it must be in my project bin, which is where it lived before Cleveland, but it wasn't. So I thought, "Hm, maybe I put it in my dresser," which is where some other not-hibernating projects are living, but it wasn't there either. Then I started feeling a little anxious, and checked every tote bag I own on the premise that surely I put it into a tote bag, because that's what one does with knitting projects, and that took a little time (I do love a tote bag) but turned up nothing. No, it did turn up about 20 leftover balls of cheap acrylic from early in my knitting career, but that was no help. Then I started looking in crazy places. Kitchen cupboards? Under the beds? Behind the couch? Hall closet? Behind all the books on the bookshelves? Nothing. Nowhere. Baby blanket for charity: gone.

El Fuego says not to worry, because it must be here somewhere, and I know he's right. I set it down somewhere, and it must still be there, wherever it is. I have not quite reached the point where I'm blaming gremlins, or gnomes, or anti-fairies. I'm not even blaming the cats. Just me: I set it down somewhere and don't remember where. And I must have set it down in one doozy of an insane place, because why else wouldn't I have found it by now? I can just see myself: "Ha ha, this is so crazy I'll never forget I'll put it here!"

Well. Time for me to stop fretting and go check the recesses of the top shelf of my closet, and under everyone's dresser, and all the plastic bags containing hibernating projects. If I stuffed it into a plastic bag (I don't know why I would have, but I'm beyond trying to figure out what I was thinking), it could be hiding amongst the Hibernators. To the closet!

1 comment:

Nana said...

I'd have a long talk with Miss Hazel! If she won't talk, try to retrace your steps.