The other night I was working on a cabled project with my DPNs (that's double pointed needles for my non-knitting readers). I realized that I had, um, "misplaced" one of the DPNs. Now, if you're wondering where DPNs get their name, well, it's because they have pointy ends on both ends (hence the name). And you might imagine that its not good to "misplace" something that has two pointy ends. So I started looking around where I was sitting. It wasn't in the quilt. It wasn't in my knitting bag or the under the chair. Not to concerned, I grabbed something else that would work and went on my knitting way.
About an hour later, it was time for bed. I still hadn't found the DPN. So I looked again. Still no luck. About this time, the hubby is now wondering why I'm on my hands an knees looking around the recliner. I fessed up that I "misplaced" a DPN, but that as long as he continued to sit on the couch, he'd be in no danger of "accidentally" finding it.
He muttered: "Alright."
Which I translated: "I can't believe you've lost another one of those pointy needles in the furniture! You better find it soon!" This isn't the first time I've "misplaced" a DPN in the furniture.
So I decided it was just time for bed. I went into the bathroom to get ready, and guess what. I found the damn DPN. I had stuck in my ponytail for safe keeping. And it was safe. And sadly, that isn't the first time I've "misplaced" a DPN in my pony tail.