There I was, trying to get to the post office to send off Ms. Merino's scarflette to it's next victim....err...knitter. The envelope had been addressed, postage calculated and all that was left was to stuff it's soft yarn-y goodness into the envelope. But nooooooo, it was no where to be found. I sent out an in-house Amber alert for the missing scarflette, even offering a small reward to the first teenager to locate the missing wool, unharmed. We're about to leave for our Lake Tahoe vacation tomorrow so the house is a tad chaotic but I didn't think I'd be distracted enough to lose a WIP that didnt' even really belong to me. Then, a sparkley something attracts my attention - and there, on top of the bar, I see the scarflette. Bad, bad, bad scarflette...even my teenagers don't go near the pimp juice! The deliquent WIP doesn't have far to go to its next destination - I do hope it behaves better!
I've got Yarn Diva's scarflette in hand. It'll be keeping me company on the drive up to Lake Tahoe - in a zip loc bag - I just hope it doesn't escape when we hit the casinios!