Part of the delay wasn't his fault. Apparently, a little notice was dropped in my mailbox a couple weeks ago alerting me to its arrival. I have quizzed the man and two half men that live in my house, and all have given me a blank stare and blanket denial. This mystery may never be solved, and I am closing my file.
Meanwhile, I am reveling in my rescue yarn. It isn't very much, probably only an ounce or two. Yards that are measured in the double digits, and low ones at that. If I remember correctly, I had nine inches of edge left to do. Each row takes one foot of yarn. Sixteen rows to the repeat. Each repeat produces 2 1/2 inches, plus extra on the corner. Figure another 80 to 100 feet of yarn needed. . .
Wait, was it 9 inches of edge left, or 9 feet or yarn before I admitted defeat. Bloody hell. I will have to check at home. After Christmas.
Only six more knitting day til Christmas.
Today, it is all about the tiny lifesaver.
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