It's a sad tale...

Of a girl who ran out of yarn. I worry about running out of yarn often. But I never do (mostly because of my loose knitting style). Well, time to make my sacrifices to the yarn goddess! I've been happily knitting along on my Clapotis, and I had made it to the decreases. I was knitting in my 'knitting chair' (in know that everyone out there has their own knitting chair - mine is an oversized leather recliner), so the ball wasn't in plain sight. All of a sudden, NO MORE YARN! Bleh. Here is where I am now:
The story doesn't end there. I haul myself out of the chair to find the ball band, so I can order more yarn. LOST THE BAND. Bah. I dig through my desk (with my husband watching, saying anything I can do to help? as I mutter and curse). I dig through my car, my suitcases.... you get the idea. NO band. I call Brooks Farm Yarn, she says to send her a piece about a yard long. So I rip out some of the shawl and send it to her with a desperate note. Yesterday, I'm at work. Decide it's time to clean my desk. I pick up my keyboard. What do you think is there?

The ballband. Scared my colleges with my exclamation. Now, we just have to hope that the nice lady from Brooks Farm can find me some more of that yarn!