Gremlins et/ou (and/or) poltergeists
Cette semaine, je pensais être victime de gremlins de crochet, mais je pense qu'il s'agit plutôt de poltergeists. Deux fois, j'ai dû faire une sortie d'urgence au magasin Phildar le plus proche pour acheter un crochet. Je savais que j'avais un crochet de 6 mm et de 2,5 mm respectivement, mais impossible de mettre la main dessus.
This week, I thought I was an innocent victim of crochet gremlins, but I have come to the conclusion that rather than gremlins, there are crochet poltergeists in my house. Twice during the week I had to do an emergency expedition to my nearest Phildar store to by a crochet hook. I knew I had both a 6 mm and a 2.5 mm hook, but there was no way I could find them.
Si cela avait été les gremlins, je pense qu'ils auraient détruit les crochets. Mais de toute évidence, il s'agit de poltergeists, qui se contentent de déplacer les objets. Le crochet de 6 mm, absolument nécessaire pour un petit haut d'automne, était dans un petit sac d'échantillons. Et le crochet de 2,5 mm... Il était bien dans le sac où je l'avais mis, caché quelque part dans un pli ou accroché à une maille. J'ai vide le sac à plusieurs réprises, tout retourné, cherché dans la pelote... Dès mon retour de chez Phildar, en m'asseyant pour crocheter, je prends mon travail en main et j'entends "bling" quand le crochet tant recherché tombe sur le carrelage.
Had this been a feit of the gremlins, I guess they would have destroyed my hooks. However, it's clear that what I have to deal with is poltergeists, who are quite satisfied just moving things around. The 6 mm hook that I so desperately needed to swatch for an autumn vest had been stuffed into a small bag of other swatches. And the 2.5 mm hook, well... It was actually where I had put it and where I had looked for it, hidden somewhere in a fold or hanging from a stitch. I emptied my project bag several times, turned everything around, looked in the ball of yarn... As soon as I got back home from my second hook-buying expedition of the week and sat down to work on my project, I heard the oh so familiar "bling" noise, when the hook I had searched for fell on the floor.
Heureusement qu'il y a les poltergeists, sinon on pourrait croire que c'est moi.
It's great to have poltergeists to put the blame on. If not, I could believe it's me.