How can I have yarn barf at a time like this? It was my birthday. It’s supposed to be a yarn barfless day.
I think the Universe is trying to keep me humble after this happened:
See all those little tails sticking out? This almost NEVER happens. At least not to me. But the Knitting Goddess of the Universe must have balance and alas, I’ve probably used up a lot of good will with that batch of yarn.
Yarn barf notwithstanding, it was a very good birthday. David made a fabulous breakfast, took me to lunch, and made an incredible dinner. It was a lovely day.