And Me Without My Needles!

Last evening, I had driven roughly halfway home when I realized that my knitting bag was not in the car. I distinctly remembered carrying it (and two small shelving units) from the office. I panicked, and many thoughts rushed through my mind. Could I have left it in the parking lot at work? Would anyone return my knitting bag (with my second Moleskinne Planner too boot!)? How could I justify the purchase of another planner on work's dime? What the hell would I do with my hands during Project Runway?

Certainly, CeCe or Tubey could use some attention, however, I managed to fill the void without knitting. Rather, I made a whipped-up dinner of leftovers and food nearing its expiry, as well as loading the shelving with all manner of crafty goodies and books. Things are starting to look tidy and organized in LumayLand.

As it turned out, my knitting bag was in my boss's car. I had parked at the athletic facility, and he was kind enough to drive my bags, my shelves and me to my car .