I don't know where the wormhole is in my house, but I know there must be one because it's the only logical explanation for where all my scissors and tape measures have vanished to. At the beginning of this year I collected all my tape measures together and between the traditional plain tape ones and the retractable ones in plastic cases I had eight in total. I know I have three pairs of the gold stork embroidery scissors, plus another three pairs of small scissors with plastic handles in various colours somewhere as well.
Last week I wanted to measure the shawl I was knitting, and I couldn't find a single tape measure. Actually that's not quite true. I could find one - my husband's metal DIY tape measure. My haberdashery-type ones have all gone walkabout. I can't find the yellow-cased one, the frog-cased one, the snail-shaped one, the one with the multi-coloured tassel on the free end of the tape, nor the one I had in a bag of bits and bobs from my grandmother with calorie counts on the back of it!
I know I have two small children so things can get put in strange places but I've tried under the sofas, down the back of the TV, in the fridge, under the kitchen counters. You know, all the usual places. My younger son does have something of a fascination with retractable tape measures. In fact I kept him occupied for some time on a bus journey once just pulling the tape out and pushing the button so it shot back in again. However, a thorough turnover of his bedroom revealed nothing, not one single tape.
I don't think it's Hungry Sofa Syndrome. The sofa I tend to sit on to knit is a sofa bed with a metal frame. If you open it up, anything that has slipped between the cushions ends up falling to the floor underneath and is easily retrieved.
I really don't know where my tape measures have all gone, but wherever it is they've clearly got a group rate ticket, and taken all my embroidery scissors (bar one pair!) with them.
I have decided this calls for drastic measures (no pun intended!).
Last week I wanted to measure the shawl I was knitting, and I couldn't find a single tape measure. Actually that's not quite true. I could find one - my husband's metal DIY tape measure. My haberdashery-type ones have all gone walkabout. I can't find the yellow-cased one, the frog-cased one, the snail-shaped one, the one with the multi-coloured tassel on the free end of the tape, nor the one I had in a bag of bits and bobs from my grandmother with calorie counts on the back of it!
I know I have two small children so things can get put in strange places but I've tried under the sofas, down the back of the TV, in the fridge, under the kitchen counters. You know, all the usual places. My younger son does have something of a fascination with retractable tape measures. In fact I kept him occupied for some time on a bus journey once just pulling the tape out and pushing the button so it shot back in again. However, a thorough turnover of his bedroom revealed nothing, not one single tape.
I don't think it's Hungry Sofa Syndrome. The sofa I tend to sit on to knit is a sofa bed with a metal frame. If you open it up, anything that has slipped between the cushions ends up falling to the floor underneath and is easily retrieved.
I really don't know where my tape measures have all gone, but wherever it is they've clearly got a group rate ticket, and taken all my embroidery scissors (bar one pair!) with them.
I have decided this calls for drastic measures (no pun intended!).
Using the last of an Amazon gift card I was given for Christmas I have bought several pairs of scissors and tape measures. Surely I have sacrificed enough knitting notions to the deity that governs them by now?! Please can I keep these ones?!
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