My lovely, lovely Aquaphobia socks, knit out of the only skein of Hill Country Yarns I will probably ever own, took an ill-advised trip through the washing machine last week.
Now they will fit Devil (in a year or so), and I have a new system for dealing with handknitted items that need to be washed (also known as hoarding them in a bag under my bed so that this Never. Happens. Again). And instead of Mummy having some nice socks, and Devil getting a new pair of handspun socks this month, she gets two pairs. Grrrr...
and spins and dyes and parents, occasionally works, but is always generally running around like a chicken with her head cut off
Monday, September 26, 2011
Disaster!
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This is just...too tragic for words. My little knitting heart goes out to you. Hugs!
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