September Pixie

This year has possibly been one of the worst of my life. I have spent half the year sick and injured and the other half recovering! To make matters worse, yesterday I found that some fuckwad has cloned my debit card and took it in to pay off his Comcast bill and order some ESPN magazines.. the guy’s name is Paul something-or-other and was stupid enough to leave an address at ESPN… then I found that my very much loved (and that is a huge understatement for how attached to this thing I am!) Russian scarf is missing. It is no where. My husband and I turned our place upside down and checked under every spec of dust and in closets, cabinets, behind pillows, in bags, and whatever that we came across.. it’s just gone. Then the dread started building up as I realized it has probably been accidentally thrown away as trash.

Sergey refuses to believe that it’s been thrown out and thinks that it has just gotten mixed up with something in a box or a bag somewhere and we just haven’t found it yet.. I hope he is right.. but the sinking feeling I have is just overwhelming me right now.. all I want to do is lay in bed and cry. Sergey has offered to replace the addi turbo lace needles and the mohair so I can re-knit.. this time I am knitting start to finish with no stops or breaks for other projects… and if by some chance I find the first.. I will gift it to my mother-in-law.. both because I love her and because she is a knitter and I know she will take very good care of it… so that makes me feel a little better.