Toby (our 6 mo. old pup) puked on my bed early this morning whilst I slept. I woke to my husband on his hands and knees next to the bed with a bowl of soapy water and a sponge trying to clean the dog bile off our brand new black and white bedspread. And so the day began.
And apparently I can’t read. It’s happened before and I can’t figure out how it keeps happening. I got all the pieces of the bolero done and set about to putting the ribbing on when I looked suspiciously at the bit of yarn I had left, back at the pattern, back at the yarn, reread the directions for the last part literally 6 or 7 times, until I was completely convinced that I wouldn’t have enough yarn, which totally baffled me because I distinctly remember being delighted that this sweater was only going to need one skein of yarn. In spite of staunch confidence in my memory (which is laughable) I reread the amount of yarn required….and yep, there it was- 2 skeins. After throwing a tizz (silently-I didn’t want to alarm the children), and realizing that yes I do have to drive into town (30 minutes each way) for another skein, I ate some candy, watched Bonanza, and felt better.
In the end, I wound up with this:
So I finished the bolero, washed puke out of the bedspread and let the dog live. All is right with the world.
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