Crabbycrost
the feeling of losing a tool during a project
I reached for the stitch marker, but instead of a thin twist of plastic my fingers were met with a cozy expanse of crochet. I glanced down. Not a stitch marker in sight.
There was definitely a marker there a minute ago. Patting around the area, I tried to quell the looming truth: I had lost it somewhere in the rolling monstrosity that was a king-sized blanket to be. Bowing my head in defeat I began to shake out the blanket, muttering to myself.
It always made me mad when this happened. Well, mad wasn’t quite the right word, it was more of a “crabby”. However “crabby” put one in mind of a toddler, and I wasn’t having a full meltdown over my missing stitch marker - at least not yet. As I looked I started to list synonyms, searching for the right word as well as the marker.
Crabby
Cranky
Grumpy
Peeved
Dour
Sour
Petulant
Cross
It became a bouncy little chant as I continued to look for the stitch marker. It wasn’t on the couch or the floor, or even stuck to my clothes. I kept chanting.
“Cross, cross, crabby, cross, crost, crabby, crabby crabby crost. Crabbycrost!” I crowed as I spotted the marker clinging to a section of blanket.
I trundled back to the couch with my stitch marker, satisfied with my successful hunt and new word.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // drink goblin // arizona desert rat
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Comments (3)
Great way to spend the day stitching and crabbycrosting. Great fun.
I can relate to this word.
Love the word and the story!