Dear US5 DPNs,

Where in the heck are you?


Subway Knitter


I'm getting to the point in this project where I'll need to switch to DPNs, and my US5s are nowhere to be found. Let me correct that a bit. ONE DPN is in my needle case. The remaining four? Keine Ahnung, as my German in-laws might say. A thorough search of the usual (and not-so-usual) locations yielded nothing.

Blast! And did it dawn on me to take my slightly extended lunch hour yesterday and go get new ones? Nooooo! So now I need to zip out to Seaport today. I go to Seaport because it's close to my office, not because the store is a particular favorite. In fact, their needle supplies are so spotty I think that I should call ahead before trekking outside in this cold air. The office-cum-yarnstore environment makes me feel like I'm intruding. There is a completely lovely woman who works there, but she can only do so much.

This of course, guarantees that those four needles will make their reappearance this evening, after I've bought their replacements. Grrr.


Gosh, that's a place we've all been. I swear that my needles make a break for it as soon as my back is turned.

I subscribe to the alternate universe theory. They come back only after you have replaced them. Much like socks in a dryer.
Maybe that's why I have 4 pair of size 8s????

Oh, la! I feel your pain. I seem to have lost my US 7s and 8s. The packages, empty and neatly filed, taunt me.


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