Total Frustration

Last evening, I spent hours looking for the pattern for the felted bowls. I've made a couple of these and probably do not need the pattern but it was making me stark raving mad. This morning, of course, I had a revelation . . . it is in "the bin." Actually, they are bins. The bins hold patterns and yarn, pretty much sorted by what yarn I am planning for the specific pattern. It sounds very logical, unless, of course, you spend hours looking for a pattern. I was, unfortunately, just getting ready to walk out of the house this morning when I remembered the bins. The bins, by the way, are stored in my master bath shower. We don't use it. Well, we don't use it for showering. I use it for storage (summer/winter clothing, my knitting stash). Now, you might wonder why I didn't remember the bins last evening. Especially considering the fact that they are so well organized. It is simple really. I organized everything before we went on vacation on July 22. I have not been back "in the bins" since and forgot how really organized I am (was?).

Then, to add insult to injury, I remembered this morning that the pattern is the felted bowl from One Skein. Of course, THAT book is sitting on my desk. Happy day, happy day. Oh yeah, except that my needles are at home! Bah humbug!