I really don’t know how it could have happened.

I’m not usually careless about these sorts of things. I have a routine, a way of doing things, that remains mostly consistent between a handful of acceptable variations, simply to ensure things like this don’t happen. But happen it has. Despite cleaning the house from top to bottom last weekend and keeping a desperate eye out, I was unsuccessful.

Guys. I LOST KNITTED THINGS.

I know. It’s shameful. That I could lose something on which I spent so much time and care is deplorable, but it is in fact the case. The victims?

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My poor, poor Slytherin hat.

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And my poor, poor Milkweed.

 

What have I done? Milkweed is no spring chicken; I finished her in 2009, so she’s had a good long run. But still, her lovely neutral grayness means that she’s been a staple of my wardrobe since the day I took out those blocking pins. And the poor little Slytherin hat was finished just this past November. It’s barely seen the light of day in terms of wearing.

And I honestly have no clue where they could have got to. I don’t recall leaving them anywhere, and the weather of late has not been the sort where I wouldn’t have missed them upon leaving someplace, so I figure they must be at home, right? Apparently not. I have searched everywhere it makes sense for them to be (and some places where it doesn’t) to no avail. Sigh.

My only other thought is that they have taken flight themselves, thus the only reasonable thing I can do is issue a warrant for their safe return.

So if any of you see this lovely pair out and about, won’t you send them home? My neck’s getting cold.