When Bad Things Happen To Good Yarn
I had about a day and a half to make a hat. That's very doable. No problem.
I went to my LYS, got the yarn I wanted to use, and promptly cast on. I knit just about half and decided to put it down for the night.
I woke up the next morning, laid in bed for a bit, and got ready to finish up the hat before it needed to be with it's recipient.
Nothing could have prepared me for the horror that lay before me. Needles destroyed. Cable all but missing. Yarn in scraps on the floor.
It was a yarn bath.
I mourned the appropriate amount of time, scolded the canine assailant, and cast on for the second time. I now had but a few hours to finish.
Done, bagged, and ready to be gifted. I may have had to take this picture in the car on the way there.
I went to my LYS, got the yarn I wanted to use, and promptly cast on. I knit just about half and decided to put it down for the night.
I woke up the next morning, laid in bed for a bit, and got ready to finish up the hat before it needed to be with it's recipient.
Nothing could have prepared me for the horror that lay before me. Needles destroyed. Cable all but missing. Yarn in scraps on the floor.
It was a yarn bath.
I mourned the appropriate amount of time, scolded the canine assailant, and cast on for the second time. I now had but a few hours to finish.
Done, bagged, and ready to be gifted. I may have had to take this picture in the car on the way there.