A simple quest for a second skein of yarn turned into a yarnalanche all over my bed tonight. Rubbermaid totes containing fibre, yarn, 1/2 finished sweaters, WIPs cast on during periods of startitis, and the “what the hell was I making?” projects tossed willy-nilly in a mad hunt for a second skein of yarn.
Since I have occasionally been known to
gloat over my
brilliance, I must with all hubris admit when I screw up. And boy this was a
record setting screw up.
I have no idea how I let it get this far without noticing it. I can’t even
blame wine as I’ve …
The frogging trend continues chez Stashaholic.
What’s this you say? Two lonely little stitches. Runaway’s? Prison Break wanna be’s?
Nothing like dropping two stitches in a lace piece and NOT EVEN NOTICING!