Friday was payday for Team Knit at work, and like any sane person would, we rushed to the nearest mall. We started in H&M, where I found two handbags I fancied. A chic cream/white one and a brown hobo which looked kind of blah until I stuffed Lelah in it to get an idea of the normal shape. Then, with knitting inside, it was absolutely perfect. I hesitated though, still wanting to make the rounds while Julie shopped in case I saw anything better. I didn’t. Julie also had purse issues, I had to convince her Julie to return the first gorgeous purse in favour of a smaller, equally gorgeous but more “Julie” one. Then we trotted back to H&M, I bought my purses, and we began the subway trek home. So what? You’re probably thinking, I go shopping all the time. Why mention this in your knitting blog?
I opened my bag to pull out my Lelah, only to discover she wasn’t there! LELAH’S GONE! My mind races at where she could possibly be and then I remember- The brown hobo! I never took it out! And it had been three and a hlaf hours since I ‘tried’ it in the purse! And I hadn’t thought of her since! I just finished the freaking decreases! F*$!!!! I was flipping out because not only do I have lelah in there, but also three sets of needles- two addi’s and 1 knit pick circular. I was nearly in tears when we get back to H&M, like a mother frantic to find her child. And there she was, sitting safe and sound on the cashiers mantle just as Julie predicted. Julie suggested we take a photo. The rush of relief is comical and soon I’m laugh/crying over how worked up I just got. I hadn’t realized how much a project can grow on a person before. I really felt as if I’d lost my baby.
Reunited at long last