Well, like I said... I may spend alot of time in the sun with my crochet hooks this weekend. But first I'll have to purchase one, because last night I was planning to take my bag of hooks to house-sit with me. The last thing I remember is wrapping them up nice and tight and in a moment of reverie putting them.... somewhere.
And for the life of me havn't been able to find them since. I've checked my new drawers, my wool bag, my sewing bag and my shoulder bag.
Sherlock Holmes states that once youve eliminatied all the probable places, you are left with the only places left no matter how improbable. So I've checked the refrigerator, the closet, my bookshelf and the piano.
DANG! Where'd I PUT that thing??
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I hate when that happens, and it happens alot!
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