What's the Absolute Worst Time to Run Out of Yarn?
If you guessed at 11:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, then you are correct! Not only is it too late to run to the yarn store tonight, there won't be a yarn store open until MONDAY (edited), and the store where I originally bought the yarn won't be open again until Tuesday. Fucking fabulous. Now, if I were a smart knitter who plans ahead and anticipates problems then I would have went to the yarn store today,when it was open. But I'm not that kind of knitter. I'm more of a "oh, I'll have enough. Surely I will." kind of knitter. I am delusional, in fact. And where did I run out? Well, right at the end of the center repeat on Ene's Scarf. All I have left to do is the last chart, which basically decreases until there are 18 stitches left.
I have to also admit to going a little nutso tonight. Even though I could tell that I didn't have enough yarn to finish the project, I couldn't stop knitting until I ran out of yarn. I just had to know how far it would go. In the end, it turns out, it went pretty far but not quite far enough. I may have also driven my husband into the next room through a combination of several hours of Cast-On, and screaming at the tangled yarn (the remnant of my first failed, frogged, attempt at knitting the scarf) that I felt compelled to untangle so that I could knit with it. Ultimately, I snipped that bit of yarn twice during the unraveling because it's silk and it sticks to itself. This means that I had three seperate pieces of yarn: one that lasted a row and a half, one that lasted a row, and one that lasted about two rows. Yes, I am crazy.
Oh, one other thing before I go to drown my sorrows. I put on my Viennese Shrug tonight (because it was cold) and found a place where I didn't weave in the ends. I'm really not quite sure how I missed it since I've worn the shrug a few times since I knit it, but perhaps tomorrow that's something that I will attend to. Anyway, I'm off to drink. Oh, and yes, I have been knitting for just over a year. In fact, I bought the Vogue Knitting magazine that started the knitting madness a year ago in October. So, a year and a few months of knitting. And where has it gotten me? Stuck, with no yarn, on a Saturday night.