Knitting made me clean this weekend. Yes, you heard that right. I wanted to CO for my friend's afghan this weekend. The recommended needle size was way too small for the yarn I'm using (this was shocking because I usually have to go down several needle sizes to get gauge in a pattern).
So I went looking for my size 15 circular - nice and big and should've done the trick. It wasn't that long ago that I used it for a project, but the place where I keep it (do not ask me why I kept this one singular needle in a separate place from all my other needles) came up empty. I double checked to make sure I didn't have a rogue UFO using it and came up with a decided "no".
I peeked under the couch. And was horrified. Who KNEW so much stuff could accumulate under a couch?! Not to mention the mounds of dog fur and various food odds and ends, I uncovered old magazines, a couple of missing DPNs, a few darning needles, a CD case, a couple of Scoot's books and a few toys too! Alas, no size 15 circ.
It was so repulsive under the couch that I had to bust out the vacuum and suck up the funk. I checked under and in a few more pieces of furniture (including the couch cushion, almost as repulsive) until the cleaning end of this search got to me. Hey! Wasn't this supposed to be a knitting-related activity?
Never did find those needles though. William has a habit of stashing things, which usually turn up months later, so they'll turn up eventually. Yesterday, I went and bought a size 17 circular to do the job in the meantime.