Sigh. Oh Dad

These would be my Addi lace size 0 needles.  As in the ones I generally use for all my socks.  After my Dad stepped on them.

Now, I have broken many a circular wood needle by leaving my bed and then stepping on them on my bed. My bed is large and usually in a small room so I tend to stand on it before settling on a spot to sit.  Walking across my bed and stepping on a needle is also not unheard of.

In my current room, there's about 3 square feet of floor space with no furniture on it.  At least if you don't count the pile of dirty laundry and flip flops that occasionally takes up residence there.  It's hard to fit an apartment's worth of furniture into a small bedroom.  I allowed Dad to put an air conditioner in my room but to get to it, yes, you have to walk across my bed.  Usually I'm the only one who turns that one on but Dad was very warm that day and decided he was going to do it since I wasn't home.

And my poor needles suffered because of it.  Of course I had a bunch of stuff on my bed, which has a day job serving as my work space.  Luckily he didn't step on anything breakable though he claimed he stepped on my "cell phone" (really it was my iPod).

I actually tried to knit with my needles like this.  It wasn't working out so well.  They're pretty malleable though so I was able to bend them pretty straight again.

My 100th post is coming up soon, also very close to the blogiversary.  Keep an eye out for a giveaway :o)