This top colour holds a couple memories, most of them frustrating.
As you may recall from Part 1, my starting width of 200 stitches shrunk right from the get-go, but that doesn't hold a candle to the shrinkage that happened during THE FLUFFY YARN OF DOOM. Prior to that pink and orange yarn was a skein of autumn coloured yarn, and prior to get was the yarn of doom. If I may be honest with you for a moment, that yarn was a bitch. Yes, it was soft as all get-out, but it was as bitchy as it was soft.
It was so fluffy that you couldn't see where the stitches were. But for whatever reason (probably stubbornness), I kept on with the doom. I was foolish enough to think I would manage to blindly hit every stitch in this yarn from hell.
Two skeins of yarn later, I realized my terrible mistake. My afghan had bottle-necked so severely that it looked like I was trying to crochet a mummy-style sleeping bag.
I had noticed that it didn't take me as long to do a row. I had assumed it was because I was just getting better, and therefore faster, at crocheting. Oh, how wrong I was.
Ten-year-old me was devastated. Three skeins of my blood, sweat, and tears had to be frogged. Well, two were frogged. The fluffy yarn of doom was such a mangled mess that it had to be cut out of the afghan. It's a good thing I'm stubborn, because watching weeks of work being undone in a matter of seconds made me feel very dejected. But I wasn't about to be bested by an afghan.
Memory #2: Frustration and Cats.
If you have cats, you know how much they like yarn. Especially when it's been reballed. It rolls around better and is much more fun in their opinion. It now goes without saying that young cats would go crazy for extremely large balls of yarn.
As a result, I spent more time chasing Sal around the house than I did crocheting. He would not give the yarn back no matter what I did. We would play tug of war with the ball of yarn and Sal would growl at me. But he was just so cute I couldn't stay mad for very long. I did, however, come up with a solution. I had to keep my yarn in a pop bottle so Sal couldn't get it.
I would also like you to take note of how much crocheting was done pre- and post-cats. We will revisit with Diesel for this demonstration.
As you can see, more progress was made when I didn't have feline helpers.
Not that I'm complaining.
|Oh look, you can see the fluffy yarn of doom in the corner.|