Yesterday I described the malevolent creature my sweater project has become. Things have only gotten worse.
I think I can hear it breathing. And last night, there was a scuttling noise.
In the comments, Mary Beth agreed that things can and do go haywire in knitting projects. However, she expressed doubts about a sweater’s ability to dial the phone. [word to the wise: these disbelievers are always the ones who end up running through the house with whatever-couldn’t-be-possible hot on their heels]
Here is a copy of my reply:
it has a life and mind of its own. I swear. Last night, I even think I saw gleaming eyes staring out from my knitting bag.
I have started a hat. I consider it a “palate cleanser” while I wait for my bad sweater mojo to calm down somewhat!
E.Z. Ganomy hat in unikat
truth be told, I consider this more than a hat
it’s a freaking exorcism.