I have a cold reality I must come to terms with. I've lost my knitting bag.
I haven't seen it since the move. I distinctly remember putting it into a box, but after all my unpacking, it's nowhere to be found. This is truly a bummer since it had all my supplies in it, and a pair of socks I had finished but never worn. It also had a set of Lantern Moon single-pointed ebony needles that I got for graduation and had never used. They were in a silk sleeve. What really bums me out, though, is the bag. I got it at a Death Cab for Cutie concert, which pretty much makes it irreplaceable.
I've torn my house apart several times. I can't find it anywhere.
But I can't hold off forever. It's time I moved on and began the tiresome process of rebuilding my supplies. I'll need to get a new bag, first.
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