Evidently, it truly was a Very Safe Place, as I have since looked in places such as the bread machine, the freezer, all kitchen cabinets, all closets, the oven, etc. No dice.
Wednesday, I was cleaning and dusting and vacuuming and filing and other boring, adult like things that I should probably do a bit more often, and found the sock-in-progress. In a lunch box.
Incidentally, that lunch box was borrowed from a friend and used to transport some freshly fallen snow to TheUrmily during THON our senior year when she danced and was upset that she couldn't see the fresh snow. I have no idea who lent me the lunch box, no one has claimed it, and uh... that was three years ago. I guess they don't need it back any time soon.
Anyway, that sock was supposed to be a finished ahead of time giftmoose gift for my sister. (She got wristwarmers instead. She was very happy with them.) Wednesday was her birthday. Odd, that.
I started an eye of partridge heel and ... yeah, I hate heel flaps. I really do. I ought to spend more time with Cat Bordhi's books and memorize the various different ways to knit heels on cuff-down socks. Or just continue to be happy with my short-row heels.
In other knitting news: Finished dad's first sock. Had enough yarn AND it fits him. (he did ask if I could make the leg longer. I flat-out refused.) Happily for me, the sock ALSO fits HWIA, so that will make it a bit easier to knit socks for him, as I'll have some idea of the insane number of stitches needed.
The kitten is lucky I love him because I ended up spending more than 2.5 hours on Wednesday evening untangling the yarn of my sister's sock. I ended up cutting the yarn and just winding little balls from each end of the original ball of yarn. I put them on Sharpies and would work a bit on one end and then slip the yarn under the clip of the cap when I went to work on the other end. Worked very well.
*Tarkio
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