Unbelievable

 I like to plump up three pillows and settle in amongst my quilts like a chicken in a nest box. A ball or two of yarn, a crochet hook and time is my friend.  There always comes that jolt back into reality though, whence I bundle up yarn and scissors and stow them away for later. Later is usually the next day, and twice now, as I’ve shaken out my quilt while making the bed in the morning, a crochet hook has appeared before my unbelieving eyes.  Whaaaaaaaa??!!

Today, instead of a crochet hook, the light reflected off of a rather large darning needle giving a fresh take on the old adage, “like finding a needle in a haystack.”