Yarn adventures!

Sometimes... no... pretty much all of the time, things are a bit crazy around here.

This is the story of the sock yarn.

My darling daughter has knit me several pair of lovely wool socks. Yes... I can knit my own socks and I have, but she gifts me these socks and I LOVE them. They feel and wear like no other socks in my lifetime and I adore the gift of time and effort and appreciate them more because I knit.

Ok, so last week, my happy and very busy daughter said "Mom, I need to wind some balls of yarn". Now folks, I have an amazing ball winder. Twas an extravagant gift from my husband. I offered to wind the yarn and return it to her. She demured at first, as the yarn was for socks for me. Her schedule leaves very little time for 'extra's and if I had not wound the yarn for her, this might have taken months. So, the fun yarn was revealed to me. This does not 'ruin' the surprise at all, only heightens the excitement!

So, I take the yarn home. I leave it on the hall stand in the entry hall. BIG mistake.
I have a cat who LOVES to 'knit' by taking any yarn (the more expensive it is the better he likes it) and unraveling it about the house. I have awakened to find yarn strung from 6 or 7 rooms, through every furniture leg, in and out of the stair stiles and even behind the fridge. I have LEARNED to avoid this by keeping my yarn under safe containment.

Not so the sock yarn.
So this is what I found the first morning:Oh, DEAR! OH NO! Horrors... What to do? What to do?

Darling daughter calls... "Can you bring me my yarn?"

"Oh, no dear... I haven't had time (especially since I have to detangle it)" "I'll get it to you early next week!"

Darling husband looks at it... He truly understands the knitting/sock think. He offers to help.

The boys both say the same thing. "Damn cat!" (It is entirely possible that the cat thinks that his name is Damn Cat, at least where the boys are concerned.)

So, here is what happened next:


PHEW! That went better than expected.

Then! Oh.... NO!!!!



Does he look guilty? Or is he perturbed that I have tidied up his 'cat knitting' project?

That is a rather accusatory expression!

Does he realize what trouble that I may be in!?



As of yet, Clancy, the cat, has not accomplished opening ziplock bags.
And just so as to not tempt the cat, the bag and the yarn were dispatched to the vehicle and promptly driven to the town where the yarn knitter resides.

As I write, it has been safely delivered, and until reading this post, the darling daughter knew nothing of the adventure.

Darling daughter,

I love the socks you knit for me... and will go to almost any lengths to assist you. In the future, I shall promise to protect any yarn entrusted to me from Clancy and his wiley ways.
Thank you for being an accomplished knitter, (makes me proud) and for sharing your talents (and your love) with me.

Mom