So, I was planning to start those socks last night. I did my laundry reboot and my dishes reboot, and then I headed to the bedroom, where my half-unpacked suitcase is still on the floor, and where the beeeyoooteeeful Maine yarn still is.
Or, was.
The dogs had gotten to it (after two full days of it being there) and strung one skein out across the floor.
(I could have taken a picture for the bloggage, but it was just too darn depressing.)
It took over an hour and much sweating (really, it made me sweat! and swear too) to get it unsnarled and rolled into a ball.
I cannot blame the dogs at all...their rawhide pretzels came home in that suitcase and I'm sure it smells very intriguing. And the Flylady rule of traveling is to unpack your suitcase AND PUT IT AWAY immediately upon return home. All right, all right. I get it.
Then I tried casting on, but have not used double-pointed needles (dpn's) before and had to go to Knittinghelp.com to get, well, knitting help.
Then I realized that there is not enough light from my bedside lamp to do any knitting at all, and it was 11:40 p.m., and I had better just quit.
Another try to come this weekend.
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