I was so excited the other day. I was so close to getting my sweater finished. Or so I thought.
The warm weather arrived for a few days - March has been awfully strange - and stopped me in my quest. But the heat subsided and I had every good intention of getting back to my knitting.
I was sitting outside one afternoon, doing some paper work and enjoying a cup of tea and chatting with my Mum. Spud went running past, but I didn't take any notice.
"Sarah, is Spud supposed to have your knitting??"
As Mum spoke, I glanced quickly at Spud and screamed (I'm not usually the screaming sort, not even when I see a snake).
My book, notes and iPod went flying. My scream had made Spud drop the knitting in fright and I rushed over, grabbed it and ran inside like my stitches depended on it...which I suppose they kind of did.
I frantically darted to my needle jar and started jabbing needles into all of the dropped, unraveling stitches, desperate to save them.
I actually thought I had saved them, and was busy figuring out how to ladder back up the couple of rows he had unraveled when I realised there was no point. Right on the cast-on edge, Spud had chewed two generous sized holes.
I am glad that he only attacked the front, and left the completed back undisturbed. If he'd ruined the whole thing it'd probably be in the bin right now and I'd be choosing my next project. Which is slightly tempting....not the bin part, just ignoring the fact I have to knit the whole front all over again and beginning something new.
I told Spud he's lucky he's cute. I'm not sure he knew why.
I'm joining Yarn Along again over here