I bought a skein of a bunch of novelty yarns mixed together to make a scarf at out knittapalooza last weekend. I cast on like a million sitiches to make a legnthwise scarf, and did a bunch of short row shaping at the ends, so it was wider and curlier at the ends, but still straight and skinny around the neck part. It looked KILLERRRRRRRRRRR when it was done! See first pic below.
Anyway, so I wore it to school yesterday, got a lot of complements yadda yadda, and it matched perfectly with the new fire engine red shirt I bought. But then, HORRORS! I got a loop caught on something at school… the whole traumatic event is just a blur, and SNAP, there goes a long string of yarn, and my beautiful scarf fell to pieces at one end. :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying: :crying:
I came home, all dejected because of my scarf, and I show DH. “look what happened!!! My scarf!!!” Did I get sympathy??? Did I get “that’s okay honey, you can make another one”. Noooooooooooooo. What did I get?
[size=6]“Well, you’d better just throw that piece of crap away; cut your losses while you’re ahead!”[/size]
Then later, while I was still recovering from the shock and winding my dead scarf back into a ball…
“I keep find little pieces of yarn all over the house! If I find any more yarn I’m going to burn it all!!!”
I told him that I need my own knitting studio, and he needs to get crackin on making me a swift so my yarn doesn’t tangle, break, and end up on the floor. HAH!