I’m so frustrated with myself. No clue when was the last time I’ve seen this thing (wallet of crochet hooks). Yesterday I searched every project bag, every bag of my yarn stash, every drawer, nook and cranny where I might have put it absent-mindedly. I just went through them all again today. I have memories of seeing it on the breakfast table, on my desk (where the cat tried to annihilate the decorative tassle on its zipper), and in a project bag. I’ve moved it somewhere. I want to start a new project but need a hook of unusual size that is in the wallet. I haven’t been motivated to crochet in a while, and I caught a spark over the weekend by finishing up another project. Blegh. Fuck.

Thank you for reading my rant while I wallow in self-loathing.

P.S. This thing is neon fucking pink and bigger than a paperback book. I must have a forgotten project bag smushed into a closet or left out in the camper. I thought I accounted for all my half-started projects though.

  • givesomefucks@lemmy.worldEnglish
    5·
    11 days ago

    Sit where you used it last, then get up and walk to each place you remembered seeing it, in the order you think it was there last. Mentally picture it in the next place while going there, and that you’re carrying it to the next place When you get to the last place you remember, just go wherever.

    It might not work the first time, and it helps if you do it randomly after thinking of something else for a while and “surprise” yourself with it.

    But for most of human evolution being able to remember where something is, has been super important. So it’s not really handled by the conscious mind. So you got to try and trigger the more basic parts of your brain into realizing that the goal is ending up with whatever you’re looking for.

    It’s like trying to intentionally put yourself on n “highway hypnosis” where the brain just runs on autopilot and handles shit.

    • KittenBiscuits@lemm.eeOPEnglish
      2·
      11 days ago

      Yeah, I did this a few times yesterday. I think my trouble is it has been too long since I stashed it (see: previous loss of my cro-jo) and so trying to walk myself backward through the memories is just banging my head against the wall.

      I usually successfully find things this way. But it’s kicking my ass with this one.

      Two weeks from now at 1:47 a.m. I’ll jump up from the couch, run to a random room and find it where I suddenly remembered putting it.