This has been an interesting month.
I've done something, although I'm not quite sure what, which seems to have angered the yarn Gods.
It started with my favorite black & grey swing cardigan. To be fair, it was store bought, but it was wool and I LOVED it. It was a stock item in my wardrobe, and honestly, people were probably tiring of seeing me in it, but it was warm and fashionable and wonderful and went with everything. LOVED it.
It needed to be washed. I read the label. The very next day I tossed it in a gentle cycle... pulled it out and cried a little. I re-read the label. Those damned yarn Gods had since lifted the spell that made me see the damaging instructions. I don't know why I didn't check it again before tossing it in. Probably because I was so sure it said "Wash Gentle Cycle with Like Colors, Lay Flat to Dry" vs. "Hand Wash, Lay Flat to Dry".
It is dead. I've kept it. I have some false hope I can use the felted material to make a pillow or bag or some such comforting/useful upcycle item. I've been at a loss every morning since. I suddenly have NOTHING to wear.
And then... it happened AGAIN!!
Damned yarn Gods!
Somehow they ended up in my load of darks and marched themselves through not only the washer, but dryer as well.
Yes, I tried to pull them on in desperate hopes they'd stretch over my big feet.
Yes, I understand, that is funny and foolish.
I haven't decided yet. Part of me wants to donate them - some small child could use them as slippers. Part of me wants to stuff them with a dog toy squeaker and toss them off to my furry friends - only so I have to watch them delight in my hand knitting and constantly remind me to be vigilant in my laundry sorting.
I'm not sure what I did to make the Gods so angry.
I'm not even sure what sacrifice to make to appease them again.
Interestingly enough, this does bode well for my 2012 knitting goals as I now feel obligated to replace these items.
I tallied up my most recently completed projects and am proud to report 6.32 miles to date. I have less than a 1/4 mile to knit to meet my goal. Wooo Hooo! A new pair of bed socks alone might be enough.
Maybe, just maybe the Gods weren't angry at all. Maybe in their own mysterious ways they were looking to encourage me toward my goals.
Maybe, just maybe... I'm delusional.