Curse You, "Safe Place"

I think we all have a "Safe Place" somewhere in our homes.  It's where we put things that we don't need right now, but want to find easily in the future.  So we put them in the "Safe Place".

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure my safe place gets up & moves around in the middle of the night, or has somehow acquired an invisibility cloak from Harry Potter.  I'm seriously considering renaming my "Safe Place" to "Black Hole".

Why am I telling you this?  I'm telling you this because I put one of my knitting projects down somewhere in my house and now I can't find it.  The bugger has gone completely AWOL.  I have looked in all the usual places.  I have looked in many unlikely places.  Nothing.  It has vanished without a trace, without a witness to tell me it's last whereabouts.

Oh-and here's the kicker- did I mention that this is one of two projects I'm working on that has a deadline?  As in, the birthday is at the end of September, this is a lace shawl and it needs to be done 2-3 weeks in advance so it can be shipped overseas to get there in time kind of deadline?  Of course it wouldn't be the socks I'm making for me so it doesn't matter when they're finished--

When I find that cursed Safe Place, I'm going to tag it with a GPS emitter of some kind so I can find it again.

**Sigh**