He's at it again

I can't believe I thought Boyd was reformed.

He's been so quiet lately.

I thought he's finally given up.

He's been so good I even used him as a holder needle for the Blue Blob when I needed the needles for another project. *shudder* I can't believe I put him in the perfect position to carry out his next plot.

It began with The Greatest's Black Socks. Remember how proud I was that I used the entire skein, that I didn't waste any yarn. I never suspected something deeper was at work.

Then I tried to knit this.



It's a silk corset for my sister. I knit this bad boy in a WEEK. It fits her like a dream, it is so good. But wait. What's wrong with the right sleeve. It looks...short?

Yup, I ran out of yarn for the second sleeve. An order from Knitpicks will fix that right up. I just thought I'd mis-judged the amount of yarn I'd need for the addition of sleeves, again. I always assume it's me.

But then I knit the River Rapid socks for my Sister-in-Law. I love her. She's always taken an interest in my knitting, even thought I can't convince her to learn to knit. She picked out the sock yarn from my stash, I measured her feet, and my needles were flying. I knit to the toes and guess what? I ran out of yarn. Luckily I had knit the girls some socks from this yarn last year so I had two tiny balls (remember those left-over balls I was complaining about last week) and was able to finish the socks with no further issues. (Picture next week after they have been gifted to the recipient)

So that brings me to the Blue Blob.



The cat may shun it, but it really is a thing of beauty. I'm using Eunny's border from her Print 'O the Waves Stole for my edging.



I'm not crazy about it, but it's better than anything I've come up with. I do like how it mimics the curves of the center piece. It kinda ties it all together.



My problem? I've got two and two thirds of the border done, I've used two balls of yarn. I've got one ball of yarn left. Mathematically I should be fine, I'm pushing it, but I should be fine. But I can feel it in my bones. The border is going to be two inches too short to go all the way around the shawl. I just know it.

I blame this all on Boyd. And to think I GAVE him access to the Blue Blob. How could I be so stupid? He started with the Black Socks, but didn't take enough yarn. He corrected that mistake with the Corset, and River Rapid Socks. I don't know where he's holed up now, but so help me if I have to rip the Blue Blob I will do something terrible to him. Something that makes baby circular needles cry. Boiling Water? Scissors? Acid?

I wonder if the neighbors still have that rotweiler.