I went on a quest for my G hook this morning. My friend’s birthday is tomorrow, and I thought it would be nice to make something for her. (A penguin, as it happens…she loves penguins.) Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my hook roll. Neither was it in my nifty tote/caddy. Or the bag under the craft table.  I consulted my Ravelry notebook: when was it last in use? September 2009, Okinawa. Oh, dear. THAT can’t be good.

I went looking in some of the (still not unpacked) boxes from our voyage to Okinawa, and while I unearthed not one, not two, not three, but FOUR unfinished projects in various stages of completion, I could not find my G hook. Well. I must have gotten it out of the boxes at some point in the last two months…so where is it?

Well, I can tell you that it’s not the box on the table and it’s not in my project bag and it’s not in the other project bag and it’s not in the yarn case or the other yarn case. It’s not in the cart of craft supplies and it’s not in the bag of random supplies and it’s not with the embroidery I started in Okinawa and it’s not in the storage arm on the sofa…

All this is a long-winded way of saying that I did not actually accomplish anything today and I’m now sitting here with the sun down outside feeling disgruntled – and as though maybe I should have given up right away and seen what I could do with an F.