I've been working up a little sample sock to submit to Interweave (still deciding if it should go to Winter Knits or to Holiday Knits), and I'd just finished up the toe while watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I did a star toe, so I had like 6 stitches left with just a couple on each needle. I needed to find a yarn needle and some scissors so I could polish it off but got distracted by Sydney's bedtime and whatever else was going on at the time. Stupidly, I left my poor little sock on the couch, unattended.
The next thing I know, Owen's running around with yarn trailing behind him, and my sock no longer has a toe. D'oh! Fortunately, there was still one round left between the toe and the body of the sock, which is stranded colorwork. It could've been a lot worse, let me tell you! So I get ready to put the sock back on its needles, but I can't find the needles anywhere. I look under the couch, no needles. In the toy bins next to the couch, no needles. I'm frantically digging through toys and books, flinging pillows out of the way, trying to find the stupid needles. I had no idea where he could've stashed tham. I'd given up and flopped down on the floor next to the couch when I felt something strange in the spot where I'd been sitting...
Turns out Owen had taken each of the needles and stuck them through the cover of the futon (it's kind of a woven damask-type fabric that isn't totally impervious, but it's not like it's full of holes, either!). I had to feel around, find each one, and poke it back through. Fortunately I hadn't broken any of them by sitting on them! That boy is growing up to be a real handful.
I recovered nicely, and the sockette is waiting to be blocked and mailed off for Interweave to reject. I shouldn't say that - after all, they have accepted two of my designs. It's just that the percentage of rejections to acceptances is high enough that I'd prefer to assume that everything will be rejected, and then when it's accepted it's a nice surprise. I find that to be much more easy-to-take than getting really upset every time something's rejected.
Time for lunch! I get to eat a turkey and swiss sandwich in front of the TV. Guess what I'll be watching - Wonderpets! Yahoo.