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.
I have a bunch of screws laying around somewhere, that I intentionally put in a “safe place,” that I need to reassemble my weed whacker. It’s been like 4 years.
The good news is that you’ll probably find your crochet hooks long before then. Probably.
😒
My problem with keeping screws in a safe place is that, by the time I see them again, I’ve forgotten what they go to
Instead of setting them aside, I put them in a plastic baggie, write on it what they are for, and tape/magnet it to a wall or toolbox, somewhere prominent.
Works a charm for me.
I’ve done this with disassembling furniture for storage. When a baggie wasn’t available, I randomly had a latex glove at hand (heh) to hold the screws and get taped to the back of one of the furniture pieces.