okay, okay, I don't understand it, but the evil trickster crochet hook came back to me. I was sitting on the floor, studying on the laptop, and my son sat down beside me to chat. We were talking, and he absently reached forward and picked up a crochet hook off the floor. and that was it! After I bought not one but two to replace it, it comes wandering back into my life.
That carpet was vaccuumed thoroughly just a few days ago, so I know it wasn't there all this time. So where was it?
See, it has no regards for me or my feelings. It just does as it pleases. Fickle needle.