Knitting Needles

I've been tearing up the house this week searching for one of my knitting needles, which I think has actually ceased to exist. Every night I've come home to look through the couches (infamous for eating keys, cell phones, and remote controls), behind bookshelves, in random drawers, and everywhere else I looked the night before. Kenny finally got fed up with me asking him to move his feet so I could peer under the couch and see nothing but dust bunnies and a few dead spiders (ew) and suggested I just go get another set. Good idea, I'll get it done at some point - whenever I'm done with all the other stuff I'm juggling.

I came home last night after meeting with the Relief Society to discuss my new calling, Relief Society chorister, to find a little bag sitting on the kitchen table....with a brand new pair of knitting needles in it! Kenny had taken the few hours he had off yesterday before his evening shift at Kohl's to find me a new set of knitting needles at Joann Fabrics (and do all the dishes from the night before). Just to enlighten my audience, Kenny hates Joann Fabrics. His feelings extend from his youth, where he said his mom would take him to the fabric store and spend hours shopping, with Ken getting more and more desperate to escape and more and more convinced that he would perish somewhere in the button aisle or something. He says he has a hard time breathing when he gets too near a fabric or craft store.

And this visit didn't help his impression of Joann's. According to Ken, "Every spinster and biddy in the town was there at one o'clock in the afternoon on a weekday! Don't these people have jobs?" He couldn't find the knitting needles, "even after I asked someone," and was bewildered by the cutting counter, "where you take a ticket and stand in line like at a deli!" Finally a sweet employee took him under her wing and helped him find the knitting area. "I told her my life story," he sighed, "and how Mom would spend a few hours in there, but it felt like days. I thought I would die in the felt aisle! And then I spent twenty minutes - twenty minutes! - waiting in line while this woman pecked at all the dollar items right in front of the check-out area. Lady, they're a dollar - they're not worth it! And then everyone at the counter was bs-ing and taking forever, and I think if I had to hear, 'That's so cute!' one more time, my head would have exploded!!"

Needless to say, I very much appreciated my knitting needles and my very sweet husband for braving the horrors of Joann Fabric to get them for me!