I am not as organized as those women I have heard about who have a crochet project in the car, one in the den, and one in the bedroom so they can work on whichever one is handiest, but I do tend to have two or three project bags sitting by my chair and I grab one whenever I go out the door. But last week, the unthinkable happened. I grabbed the bag I wanted but had forgotten to “reload” the night before when I finished off a skein of yarn. Here I was, trapped, in a government office that gives out numbers like they do at the deli counter, only with no yarn. You can’t imagine the cold chills that ran through me when I realized this. Because I didn’t realize right away… no, the afghan block teased me. I grabbed up the square in progress, started stitching away, and after a half a dozen double crochets, what was in my left hand where the working yarn should be? Nothing. I searched through the bag—I saw some purple in there; surely it had to be the new skein of yarn. But no. Since I already had my deli number and there was no possible hope of having it called in the next two hours, I ran outside to check the car.
