Jan 20, 2006 00:20
okay, the sewing needle that I dropped has completely left this plane of existence. It simply is not there. Nor is it within twenty feet of there. I looked for over an hour and cannot locate it. When I couldn't find it at first, I carefully searched every blanket within reach. I got a bright flashlight and searched. I covered every square inch within yards with my trusty needle-finding magnet. I stripped off my clothes thinking it might have gotten stuck in the fabric. I tore apart the couch in case it fell in the cracks. It simply isn't there.
Jamie is asleep or I would simply ask him to walk across the room once with his shoes off. That's a guaranteed find.
I wouldn't worry so much but I have four cats. Dax hats pins and will pull them out of whatever they're in. And then there's Frodo. The needle is shiny. Need I say more?
I dropped in straight down. It fell less than a foot. And I simply *cannot* find it. And I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I'm posting here in an effort to find absolution. Maybe if I just typeit out, the ether will forgive my lapse. Dammit, I am so good about needles and pins. I even count my pins when I'm putting them into fabric and make sure the same number goes back in the pincushion. And I keep the pincushion in a drawer so the cats won't get it. Damn damn damn. It just isn't there and I don't know where it is.
Maybe the sunlight will help me find it in the morning.
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