More Bitching About The Couch That Eats Knitting Needles

Look at it… Sitting there, so smug. I’m enormous, it says. I’m ancient. What hope do you and your puny craft implements have against one such as I? I am… The Couch That Eats Knitting Needles.

Seriously. Put a needle down for a second. Or drop it. It’s gone. Like magic. Dark, evil couch magic. That needle is just gone. Gone, baby, gone. Believe me, it’s happened more often than I can talk about.

Where are my #8 circulars? (Not the ones that are on the hat right now, any of the other 3 pairs.) Where is the other #2 14 incher? Where are all of these? I can’t tell you how tired I am of having to buy these things (even though they are less than a dollar for two and I got these 25% off of that). It’s the principle of the thing!

And yet, I continue to knit here.