This is a tale of love and loss.
As my dear readers might know, I spent last week in
In preparing for the trip, I of course, selected a number of knitting projects to tote with me. For the plane ride, I decided to only take wooden needles—less chance of them being noticed and/or confiscated. So I dug up my neglected Foliage hat, the yarn for the second Chevalier mitten, and then selected a new sock pattern to try, since someone gave me a lovely set of Knit Picks Harmony DPNs in size 2.
I didn't have time to wind yarn, so I picked up the Knit Picks Felici I'd purchased specifically to make the Jaywalker socks, and off we went. On the flight from
Because someone stole my handbag. Not just swiped it, stuck a probably-fake-but-let's-not-test-it-and-find-out pistol in my face and demanded my bag. In broad daylight. As I sat on the low wall that separates the beach from the road just 2 blocks from my hotel. Let me tell you what he got for his troubles:
a half-knit sock
half a granola bar
a hershey kiss
a hair brush
a Metro Smarttrip card
a bag full of makeup
a spare pair of contact lenses
a cell phone
Yes, thankfully the most valuable thing in there was my cell. If you don't count the Jaywalker. So now I've got a single ball of Felici, and two size 2 DPNs. What on earth am I going to do with those? Sigh.
2 comments :
Oh no! I like to think that I would be all, "NO I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU ANYTHING, YOU @(%&#(@&!" but in reality I know I would have peed my pants. Sorry that happened to you!
oh my God! I'm glad you're okay!
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