A lovely sock. A blue sock. A sock for ME. The thing with designing is that it really cuts into my selfish crafting time, so this was special. It was nearly done when suddenly I realized I had an appointment in ten minutes. No problem -- I tucked it away in it's bag, put it on the bed, and off I went.
I realized that something was slightly off when the bag was under my desk and not on the bed when I got home, but didn't think too much about it... I often put my project bags under my desk, maybe I just mis-remembered where I put it. After dinner when I went to work on it again, though, I realized I had a problem. The needles were gone.
Not just "pulled out of the stitches" gone. "I can't find them anywhere" gone. Initial inspection reveals one nearby on the floor. Now I'm starting to panic. I dig around under the desk and find what I'd feared -- a broken DPN. Careful questioning however reveals that that one has been broken for some time. Elspeth gets a chat (again) about not touching mommy's knitting stuff without permission. This is the point where I basically gave up. I could not find these needles ANYWHERE.
Which of course means my husband found them an hour later. In the bath tub. Why were they in the bath tub? I don't even care. I got my needles back, and the sock was saved.