Sometimes, no matter what, a plan just doesn’t come together.
About two years ago, I went to a garage sale. A woman had died and her husband was selling all her craft supplies. The garage was PACKED and the back veranda was overflowing. I had to go to the cash machine to get more money in order to pay for my purchases.
At this garage sale, I bought 18 balls of a 3 ply soft yellow yarn.
Previously, I tried to make a baby jumper with this yarn. FAIL.
Then, I tried to make a little girls dress with this yarn. FAIL.
Then, I gave the yarn to a friend.
When I started knitting in ernest again, she gave it back to me.
Then, I had a brilliant idea to make a light weight crochet afghan for the newest summer baby set to arrive.
I found an easy pattern.
I sat in front of the TV at night for several weeks working on it.
Each night I crossed off my rows and sat there with a smile while I thought not only about the dead woman and how I was completing one of HER projects (well, sorta….work with me here) but also I would think about the new baby in the family.
One night last week I decided to really look at my work. To examine it closely as I was down to only having about 3-4 pattern repeats left (12-16 rows).
One end of this afghan is about 8″ wider than the other.
Somehow, I have been decreasing a stitch or two every row and not realizing it.
All together now…..can we say CRAP? (ok, I admit……I used a bit stronger language when I discovered this.)
Solution? THROW THE FRICKIN’ YARN IN THE FIRE AND BE DONE WITH IT! It does NOT want to be made into anything by me. I don’t even think I want to pass this miserable yarn on to an OP shop.
I might change my mind – but right now? It’s destined for the fire.