Having read a post by Mary Scott Huff that she wrote last winter, I was able to maintain my cool when transitioning from ribbing to the pattern portion of a vest. A cabled vest, and me on a plane without a cable needle.
One of the smaller size KP harmony end that was just swapped off the cable worked as a substitute and I even still had both loose needles at the end of the flight.
Now, the previous evening I had dug change out of the bed (€, $, Sterling and a couple of Florints), tracked down needles hiding under the bed, collected yarn from a bin upstairs, and rescued pouches of stitch markers from two suitcases. Remaining on the must find list – after I had located one of the must be dozens of needle size gauges that I own – was a tape measure.
I think they are alive; capable of slithering off on their bellies to secret themselves in dark warm places. I buy tape measures frequently, but never seem to be able to locate a single one.
Unless, of course, I am have just returned from acquiring a tape measure. It is at that point that I will find a tangled nest of them in a knitting bag that I could swear was empty just hours prior.
I suppose I could solve the problem if I went through the whole house (which house? UK? DE? ) and collected all my knitting stuff into one location and spent the required time to sort things out. Stocked project bags with the required tools and placed all the extra in my nice wooded Lebküchen box.
Oh, wait. I did that once, right before I moved so that everything was organized. That was Jan 2008. I wasn’t two weeks on the ground in the UK and didn’t have a tape measure in sight.
Two of them that I located last night were still in their original packaging. I have not a clue what one was doing in the kitchen service manual drawer or why the other was hanging out with candles in the dining room. But certainly, they did not fight me when I placed them in my project bag.
I did make a significant mistake: I unpackaged them. Tonight I find that both had vanished, slithering out of sight sometime in the last 24 hours when I was not looking. I hope they are having a good time, perhaps exploring a Lufthansa flight back and forth over the Channel.
I think it’s as good an explanation as any I’ve heard yet. I was just contemplating on Monday where do all the things go that ‘nobody’ moved.
Have you ever tried cabling without a cable needle? I’m a big proponent since it makes my life so much easier. You do have to practice a bit, but it’s a good skill to have.
Funnily enough, I don’t have that problem with tape measures per say, but there are other things that do it to me, like gas candle lighters. I’ve got 5 and frequently can’t find a single one. Even if I can, the one I find is bound not to work. Honestly, I think there are little imps in all our lives who conducts studies about what would annoy us most to lose and then promptly hide those things just to watch us in our irritation. Must be fun to be an imp.
One of the tape measures in the UK is on my bed. Don’t ask. I picked it up while wandering through the house and never thought to bring it back to your room, so you might want to check.