Before the Christmas break, one of my co-workers and I collaborated on a couple of very cute baby afghans for two of the other coworkers who were expecting babies during the break. When we were done, and the shower over, and the presents given, I still wanted to crochet. The weather was chilly, and there is nothing like building a warm blanket to keep your lap, and then your legs warm on a chilly evening on the couch.
I picked up all sorts of orphan skeins, and parts of skeins, and thought I would make a stripey single stitch afghan, with just kind of randomly ordered strips of four rows. I have a technique where on the first row of the four, I pull the loop through at the various levels of the four rows below, and it makes a kind of zig-zag design. Ron thought it looked so good that he asked - very sweetly - if he could have it when I was done. And would I make it LONG.
All was going swimmingly, and the afghan was over 5 feet long, when disaster struck in the form of a very sweet dog, rather prone to chewing.
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| The Damage. |
I was so enjoying having her at my feet, keeping me company. I don't even know what really alerted me to the possibility something could be wrong, but this is what I found. Two different colors chewed through, and one partially pulled out. AAAHHHHHH!!!
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| The Whole Hole |
She did not get beaten, but she did figure out that I was not happy. We both pouted for a while. I think it can be mended, but it won't be the same as it was... and the thought of going that far back to do over is pretty much a stopper. Right now it is sitting in my craft room, trying to avoid further pulling out while I work up my nerve to fix it.
Sigh.
