Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Who's afraid of the big bad Rowan Denim?
I figured it was just like doing something necessary but unpleasant, like going to the dentist for a filling. You can put it off, and let it build up in your head whilst moaning and groaning about it, but none of that changes the fact that it simply has to be done. Or you can just grit your teeth and get it over and done with.
So I stood in front of the washing machine, clutching the half-seamed pieces of my Joy cardigan, knitted carefully over the last month in Rowan Denim and then bravely threw the pieces in, switched the machine on, set the temperature to a whopping 70 C, and ran out the door before I could change my mind.
I mean, what's the worse that could happen - a months worth of work down the drain? Pah! I laugh in the face of yarn adversity! No fibre challenge can scare me!
(However, if you listen carefully in about an hours time, and hear bewailing shrieks of despair filling the interwebbybloggyverse, then you can take it for sure that things haven't work out. At all.)
Oh, and for those who are wondering what is with the cheetah, well meet Sammy. Grumbles puts him there each morning so he can wait for her to finish school and come home to say hellow to him. How. Stinkin'. Cute!