A Yarn Crisis of Sorts
We went out to the cottage this past Friday so we could take care of this: (Fortunately nothing else was damaged, except for the purple martin house (the neighbors swapped in an unused one, much to the surprise of the displaced birds); this wall is 60 feet long so you can get a sense of the size of the tree. I appear giant in the setting sun.) I needed to bring enough yarn to last for 3 days. My first panic set in when I realized I'd grabbed my current socks-in-progress but managed to leave one size 0 needle behind. Not wanting to soldier on with only 4, I started a second pair on #1s: Then I finished the knitting of one of those new twirly yarns. Panic increased. Then I moved on to one of the crochet afghan projects; surely this would occupy me for the rest of the weekend! That is, of course, until I realized that I'd brought too much of the red, and not enough of the black! Sheer panic. Then, I realized - my loom is here! I can weave a sca...