My hooks were missing but because I’m, well, me I thought they were just left someplace. My hair, the car, whateves. However upon second thought I realized tht I’ve actually been taking more care if yarn things so where were my hooks?
Lil has always mucked about with my yarnthings but as folk love to say, cats will be cats. Tonight I thought she was merely being a cat. You know simultaneously needy and ornery. She kept plopping on the book I was using to practice Tunisian Stitch.
When I moved the book she then turned to my hooks.
I guess this means I’m done for the night.