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I've squirreled something away and now I can't find it (lemm.ee)

submitted 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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I'm so frustrated with myself. No clue when was the last time I've seen this thing (wallet of crochet hooks). Yesterday I searched every project bag, every bag of my yarn stash, every drawer, nook and cranny where I might have put it absent-mindedly. I just went through them all again today. I have memories of seeing it on the breakfast table, on my desk (where the cat tried to annihilate the decorative tassle on its zipper), and in a project bag. I've moved it somewhere. I want to start a new project but need a hook of unusual size that is in the wallet. I haven't been motivated to crochet in a while, and I caught a spark over the weekend by finishing up another project. Blegh. Fuck.

Thank you for reading my rant while I wallow in self-loathing.

P.S. This thing is neon fucking pink and bigger than a paperback book. I must have a forgotten project bag smushed into a closet or left out in the camper. I thought I accounted for all my half-started projects though.

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[–] [email protected] 5 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago) (1 children)

I once lost my car keys for like 2 weeks and had to use the replacement keys, dumb stick without a remote. The keys were inside a hiking backpack I stowed away in the basement. No idea when or why I put them there.

My steps are usually this:

Blame everyone else, someone MUST have stolen or maliciously misplaced your items.
Tear whole apartment apart (hence the name). Of course you cannot find it.
Grieve and move on. The thing you yearn for is irrecoverably lost.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 2 weeks ago

1.Blame everyone else, someone MUST have stolen or maliciously misplaced your items.

2.Tear whole apartment apart (hence the name). Of course you cannot find it.

Oh my god, I am so ashamed when I do this. Like, I know they only do it 5-10% of the time, but I 'ask' them if they've moved it nearly every time.