I’m in the mood to knit another shawl. Last night I picked my yarn, then picked my pattern, then looked for my circular needles which are in two black binders. They. Were. Nowhere. To. Be. Found! I searched the bookcases in the living room, the bookcases in the bedroom, the shelves in the basement and then the bins in the basement. No needles. Then I searched the bookcases in the living room, the bookcases in the bedroom, the shelves in the basement and the bins in the basement. Nope. Nada. Back up to the living room… I think you get the idea. I could not find the damn things. Back in the basement I checked the bins again since I was positive they weren’t in the living room or bedroom. Nothing. I called my mom and told her picking up and rearranging condos was stupid and I was convinced my sister had stolen them. Mom laughed. Then I called my sister and told her the same thing. She laughed, too. Still no needles. Finally, I decided to sleep on it and hopefully I’d figure it out in my sleep. Got up this morning and… nope, still didn’t know where they were. Finally I went back into the basement and noticed a bin that had stuff in front of it and was supposed to be empty. Desperate, I opened it up and, yes, there were the needles, put there by my sister in an attempt to organize my knitting things. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea at the time. The needles came upstairs with me and will stay in the livingroom where they can be easily found.