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Some may remember a prior posting about trying to knit a scarf on what I read as size 6 needles, when in actuality it read in Swedish 6mm which converts to US10. The result was thick, awful and would have been a disaster if completed. But I needed more of the same. Ordered it, arrived today.
1. Needed a break from knitting, started to sew a bag made from recycled, felted wool sweater. Difficult going on the bottom, fabric would not move. Loosened this, tried that and one loosened item the needle fell out, trapped the fabric it would not move, grabbed husbands pliers to remove needle. Hah! Broke needle in half, ended upon cutting fabric to remove from machine.
2. Yarn I ordered (please see above). arrived right after and came in priority plastic bag. Could not open, grabbed scissors and yes, managed to cut yarn!
3. Spent one hour and twenty minutes, untangling and winding skein into ball. Have many small bits and pieces.
4. Spending next weekend in Savannah with friends. Friend booked rooms, wrote him check, just found out he forgot to book. No room at the Inn.
5. I know you wonder why I am bothering write all this. The answer is that while feeling dumb from the size 6mm fiasco, the sewing fiasco, and the yarn cutting fiasco I can now see my friend's husband and know that we both heard train instead of brain and decided to wait for the next one.
1. Needed a break from knitting, started to sew a bag made from recycled, felted wool sweater. Difficult going on the bottom, fabric would not move. Loosened this, tried that and one loosened item the needle fell out, trapped the fabric it would not move, grabbed husbands pliers to remove needle. Hah! Broke needle in half, ended upon cutting fabric to remove from machine.
2. Yarn I ordered (please see above). arrived right after and came in priority plastic bag. Could not open, grabbed scissors and yes, managed to cut yarn!
3. Spent one hour and twenty minutes, untangling and winding skein into ball. Have many small bits and pieces.
4. Spending next weekend in Savannah with friends. Friend booked rooms, wrote him check, just found out he forgot to book. No room at the Inn.
5. I know you wonder why I am bothering write all this. The answer is that while feeling dumb from the size 6mm fiasco, the sewing fiasco, and the yarn cutting fiasco I can now see my friend's husband and know that we both heard train instead of brain and decided to wait for the next one.