I decided the other day that I really need to work on getting my knitting journal up to date. So while D was out of the house I tracked down the journal and my pen, poured myself another cup of tea. I flipped through the journal and found only a few pages remaining. The last entry was Dec 2023! I started making a list of all the things I knit and bought in 2024 and kept silencing the nagging feeling I had already done this... Then I remembered putting a sticker on another notebook and starting in that one. I had journaled at least part of 2024.
I searched high and low. I remembered writing on it in the office, I remembered moving it to the knitting cart beside my chair. Yes I repurposed one of my Ikea carts to being my knitting cart. Poor Mellie is none too thrilled. (That was my penthouse suite in Oregon, Momma and you know it.)
I searched my pile of notebooks upstairs. I searched my pile of knitting journals. I searched our puzzle cabinet. I searched my pile of new/old books. No knitting journal to be found. I gave up and had lunch. D came home and told him of the case of The Missing Knitting Journal!
I wondered away and started a load of laundry. Then I came back to my knitting cart, I pulled out all the books, there tucked between two books of similar size, it was.
But then did I go ahead and start journaling? No I did not, the journal has set right here next to me for a week now. At least I know where it is. I will have some down time soon so I can start catching up on those days.
Now if I can just figure out what to knit next. That's turning out to be an issue so far. I just need to do a little stash toss to familiarize myself with what the yarn wants to be. In the meantime I will be over here weaving in so many ends.
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