I have been going crazy this last week trying to find my partial sock. The last time I remember seeing it was on the passenger seat of my truck. Then DS got in and moved it out of the way. That's the last I remember seeing it. I've torn the truck apart three times, searched my knitting stash, my bedroom, both living rooms, and then all of them again. Needless to say I've been out of my mind; it's like loosing your child in the store; that feeling of panic and helplessness. For sure it must have got knocked out of the truck in some cold wet parking lot somewhere.
Well last night I was sulking and doing some tidying up. I went to put away the plastic bag from the fabric store with the scraps from the tote bag project. Just on a whim I opened up the bag and there it was! All purry and just as happy to see me as I was it! So here it is reunited with the finished sock all ready to be worked on. WHEW! I must have shoved it in there to carry it in the house when I got out of the truck.
Tabitha very wisely decided to hide in the linen closet until the whole ordeal was over.