After I frogged several inches of my afghan to fix my the mistake I noticed a couple of months ago, I realized I only have one size 50 needle. Grrr. I'm hoping I find it somewhere during my packing or at my dad's house because I refuse to buy a new set of needles I'll probably never use again.
Edited: I found it! I remembered that I'd shoved a lot of things into my scrapbooking bag when I came home from Christmas break, and sure enough, there it was. I'm bribing myself to study for my exam tomorrow for an hour and work on my paper due Friday a little, and then I can re-do the afghan. I can't stand the idea of having a "zzz" in my Ravelry queue for three more months!
My ramblings about baseball and other sports, knitting, graduate school, my cat, scrapbooking, current events, and whatever else happens to be in my insomnia-induced train of thought
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