It started with a skein of black sock yarn and a lace pattern from Knitting on the Road. I had two vacations planned back to back---lucky me. I envisioned knitting one sock in California and the other sock in New York. It would be a pair to remember my travels. Now all I have left of this dream is the photo above that I took on the California coast.
The nightmare occurred when I had to get off a plane during a lay over while they refueled and loaded new passenger. While I was getting a coffee in the terminal I realized that I left my knitting in the pouch of the chair in front of my seat. I reasoned that it shouldn't be a problem because I was going to sit in the same seat when I boarded again. When I got back on the plane the cabin was clean---workers had thrown away all of the trash from the previous flight. My knitting was gone. It had been mistaken for trash. It was in a plastic bag. I guess some unknowing person could have just grabbed it and tossed it into to garbage. I asked the flight attendant for help but there was nothing she could do. It was too late. My knitting project was gone forever.