Out of the Ashes…

…of Helena:

Baby Beret...

On Thursday night, I finally had enough.  I had made it through the body and almost ran out of yarn.  I had evaluated and decided to use leftover sock yarn to do a garter stitch edge on the skirt of the sweater and managed to save enough yarn to do sleeves.  I made it through the sleeves, picked up the button band and made it through three rows before I noticed the puckering and general unhappiness.

Baby Beret

I snapped.  RR watched me throw it across the room, looked at me and said, “so…not liking the sweater?”

The man definitely has a firm grasp of the obvious.

So I ripped it.  With gusto.  Then I knit a cute little beret and am happy.  Baby’s mom is happy, baby will be happy and that’s all that matters.  ;o)

So…riddle me this: why do I keep finding myself staring at the leftover yarn cake and contemplating how well wool will burn?  It might be time for a ritual cleansing… ;o)