Once again, I find myself frogging a lace project. This makes number 3, and while like the other two, this is in some ways my fault, I can also point a finger at the little man...although not too much of a finger, because it's not like I really discourage his codependent nature *sigh*
I was over halfway through the second pattern repeat for my Shem Creek Shrug (approximately 3-4 hours into the project...prolly 15-20% complete), when Drake decided he needed some cuddle time. He jumped into my lap when I moved to read the next line of the pattern, then proceeded to get very excited by the yarn. He took a big bite, and started chewing, then after a loud, dismayed, exclamation from me, the little man decided to run for it. Only the yarn was still in his mouth...
Did I mention I was working on very slick metal needles with a silk/merino blend yarn to make the lace stitches easier...
He managed to rip out an entire row all by himself before I could get the yarn untangled from his mouth and tail. In the process of bring the yarn back to the desk, I lost another half a row, not to mention all of my stitch markers. I attempted to bring it back together, but it just didn't look right. I pulled it all apart shortly after. Drake and I didn't speak for half an hour or so, but I let him lay on my chest for a bit after that, and he gave me a head butt. I spose the two of us made up, but I still have a beautifully sad pile of yarn sitting in front of my keyboard =/
No comments:
Post a Comment