Sometimes I am colossally stupid.
The other day, I got to thinking about Percy (Ravelry link). I knew I had knit one last winter, but realized that I never found it in amongst my other scarves and shawls when I moved recently. So where was Percy? Had I lost it? I was pretty sure it was finished, but couldn't remember wearing it anywhere.
Last night when I needed a break from rug making and flipping through The Gentle Art of Domesticty, I went on a Percy hunt and dug through my bags and bins of knitting stuff. I found my Percy squished into a ziplock bag with unrelated yarn from two other projects at the bottom of one of my plastic bins. It was finished--except for the finishing. All I needed to do was weave in the ends and block it. So why, oh why, didn't I do that six months ago?
Of course I pulled out my yarn needle immediately (that, at least, I could find quickly), but kept stopping to admire my Percy. It's fabulously gorgeous--knit out of the Lorna's Laces Helen's Lace that I bought in New York last December, in a silvery purple shade called Pewter--and somehow I can't believe that I really made it.
I do remember working the nupps. Nupps are sort of unforgettable, even though one may wish to forget them.
Hopefully it will be dry by tonight, or I'll be sleeping on the futon in the living room.