It’s a quiet cloudless night. The moon cast deep shadows across her bed. The woman is knitting quietly. (Cue ominous music.) She looks at her dwindling skein of yarn. She begins to knit faster. Heart racing, her needles move so quickly they’re almost smoking. She stops.
She counts how many rows that last skein of yarn covered. 36 rows. She has 42 rows left and the rows are getting larger.
In the gloom of the night, a voice is heard. “Oh, crap!” That last giant skein of yarn isn’t going to do it.
Guess what? I’m going to run out of yarn. So, at 2 o’clock AM, I emailed Woolgirl. I explained my dilemma. About 10 minutes later, I get an email from Jennifer. No problem! She has more. Now I have commented before about how much I love Woolgirl and now nice she is, how fun her sock club is, etc. But this is customer service. It was after midnight where she lives!!! We exchanged more emails and decided that it would be a good idea for both of us to go to bed.
I have now knit one mile of this yarn. Actually, I just did the math and it’s .95 mile, or 1,680 yards. That’s just since March 1. We’re leaving on Friday to go to Montana skiing. Do you want to know how obsessed I am with this project? I’m bringing my blocking wires along. (There’s another clue for you!) I’m also going to have to figure out how to photograph this red. It’s a much deeper blue red.
Oh, and Frankie needs a haircut.