Things were going great. Really. I had been working on A's sock for our next pair in the "Two Make a Pair" project. The yarn she chose was Wild Cherry by Cherry Tree Hill. I was enjoying knitting with this wonderful fingering weight merino yarn and my brand new 5 inch bamboo double point needles that I am SURE will make sock knitting go even faster. Yesterday, after turning the heel and starting the gusset, I realized that I had forgotten to add the wooly nylon when knitting the heel. I sat and pulled it out and then reknit the heel flap. When it was time to pick up M from track practice I put the whole project in my bag and headed to the van. I pulled up to the front of the school and did not see M waiting, so, I thought I would continue knitting on the sock. I reached into the bag but the sock was not there. I saw that the yarn end was going behind me in the seat. Funny, it didn't feel like I was sitting on the sock. I followed the yarn behind me and - out the car door. How embarrassing! I must have driven all the way to town with a half knit sock hanging out my door. I opened the door so that I could quickly pull the sock in and start knitting before anyone I know noticed my error. Well, I opened the door, got out, and followed the yarn halfway across the parking lot to find that it just ended. No sock.
My first thought was of A; this was her sock and her gorgeous yarn. I did not have enough left in the bag to knit her another whole sock. My second thought was my new needles. They must be tiny splinters in a mess of dirty cherry color yarn that at one time looked like part of a sock. I jumped back in the car to retrace my path. M would just have to wait. Maybe I could save the sock before it was run over. Maybe the sock wasn't in too bad of shape. I drove slowly looking for a pinkish red blob on the road. I saw a dead squirrel but not the missing sock.
I drove all the way home. No sock. I wondered if someone had picked it up. Maybe even someone I knew. Maybe they would return it to me. I could handle the embarrassment if I had the sock back!
I walked up to house and there it was in a puddle on the porch. The extra yarn that I had pulled out earlier had gotten closed in the door. Still, I had driven all the way to town with a long tail of yarn flapping behind me. What a sight. I went back to get M but he was waiting so I didn't even get to knit!