I have a lot of knitting needles.
Like, 3 sets of interchangeable points, sort of 2 sets of double points in a mismatched way, a set of mini double points, and just about any size circular and straight needle you could imagine. And so, today when I broke my size US4 wooden interchangeable points while working on a new design, I figured I could just grab a set of my metal points and go about my day. I grabbed the last thing I was certain I had used my US4 needles to fiddle with and ... those are US5. What about this one? US6. And the great needle search commenced.
I would like to say that at no point during this search did I have any sort of melt down. I would like to say that I didn't cry because that would be ridiculous. I would like to say I didn't get pissed at my husband, pissed at my laundry, pissed at my *always* dirty floors... but I did. I did all of those things. I also cleaned, organized, sorted, wound, stacked, stashed, and cleared out every box, bag, basket, and bin I have any knitting related items in. I found every single missing set of interchangeable points except my US4.