un-be-freaking-lievable.

Lost one of the (reknit) patches.

No idea how or (duh) where.  Finished knitting it last night. Put it down … somewhere.

This is a small house. It shouldn’t matter where something is, it’s always going to be nearby. Not this blanket patch (the second grey, if you’re keeping track). It’s MIA.

I am keeping on with the stiff upper lip and going on with knitting the rest, but at this point it seems rather like bailing water on the Titanic.

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