Whimper
I finished up the kool-aid-colored socks, and since I still had some lunch-time left, I pulled out my navy blue socks to see where I left them.
I discovered four broken needles. Whimper.
Fortunately, I had a couple circulars I could transfer the work onto, so I wouldn't drop any stitches and the bamboo splinters wouldn't wreak any (further) havoc. But I'm not a happy camper. My stoopid, it hurts.
I've asked Ron to stop at I'd Rather Be Knitting and get a replacement set. He's being a good sport about it.
I discovered four broken needles. Whimper.
Fortunately, I had a couple circulars I could transfer the work onto, so I wouldn't drop any stitches and the bamboo splinters wouldn't wreak any (further) havoc. But I'm not a happy camper. My stoopid, it hurts.
I've asked Ron to stop at I'd Rather Be Knitting and get a replacement set. He's being a good sport about it.