Just wanted to take a moment to share a moment of insanity.
I was working on my first Toddler tank top. It was so cute. Basic. But cute.
I thought it would be safe, tucked away in it's basket waiting for me. Apparently I took to long shaving my legs in my selfish attempt to shower.
I emerge from my shower eager to feed the troops and start on finishing the front side of the OH SO CUTE TANK. When I saw the red ball (or should I say balls of yarn)
spread out in the KNITTING CORNER. If I hadn't been so sad, mad, irritated,& crushed. I might have taken a picture of my 2 1/2 yr old cherub. GRRR!!!
He had taken out the needles and unraveled the entire project. So after 2 hours of re-rolling all my yarn and untangling it. I am almost ready to start again. I am still grieving the loss of my little project.
My children were probably wondering why mom kept mummbling. "WHY!! WHY!! WHY!!" Okay maybe it was more of a LOUD moaning sound, you might hear when something is dying. It was kind of one of those out of body experiences. Like you are watching something in slow motion, wondering if it is really happening.
That is all for now. I will post some pictures when I figure out how to do it.