I am thwarted at every turn with this red pineapple tablecloth! Me thinks someone might be trying to tell me not to make it.
Since I finally got the thread in the mail to work on it again, I picked it up a few minutes ago and began crocheting. After about 15 minutes, I dropped the hook and it went between the cushions of the loveseat and down into its bowels. I got up and shewed (shued?) all the dogs off of it, turned it over on its back (which I'm an idiot for doing because of my neck/back/age/luck), jostled it around, turned it up again and around and upside down and sideways, but the hook never shook loose. I can't even see it or hear it rattling around in there. And, of course, it's the only hook I have in that size. Grrr!
So again I'll put it aside and wait and see if Barnaby can find the crochet hook when he gets home tonight. In the meantime, I guess I'll see what else I can do.
This tablecloth is starting to get on my nerves.