Simply because I am stubborn, I have 5 small balls of salvaged yarn from yesterdays pull apart time.
I worked on that sucker for 2 hours. I simply could not get it to RUN away into frog fast fashion.
Fireman took an entire afternoon nap while I fussed with that thing.
I comforted myself by rationalizing that I enjoyed the knit process making it. I made it in the Outer Banks with Al and it was perfect chatter knitting. I wore it at least twice.
Who was I kidding? It still hurt when I thought what I paid for that yarn.
So the morale of the story is: A gift baby hat in this rescued yarn is going to get more use than the shrug that sat on my shelf. It is one expensive hat. Right?
Flowers are coming up around here! We had an awesome gentle storm last night. And big news, today…..
I’m going to ride the trails on my bicycle with Fireman. First time since I broke my tail bone last fall!
I do like to end on a positive note.