Brace yourselves . . . this is not a pretty story.
My mom was very good at Christmas Stockings and Easter Baskets. They were always full of fabulous treats and traditions. New socks, a stuffed animal and a new deck of cards were among the gifts in the Socks every year, and the Baskets held another cute stuffy and fun underwear beside the chocolate eggs and other goodies. I meant to be that kind of mom.
4:30 yesterday. Here we have most of the pieces of a monster stuffy.
I won't tell you the pattern or the designer, because what happened next is not her fault.
9:30 pm. It turned out that my knitting was not as tight as it should have been. So, I had the brilliant idea to stuff it loosely and throw it in the washer to felt it and tighten him all up into the huggable monster he was meant to be.
11:30 p.m.
Turns out that I had used old sock yarn that was super-wash, meaning that it didn't felt. Not so brilliant. Not only was it a lumpy loose saggy thing, other problems showed up in the wash - dropped stitches, among other things.
This was not a cute lovey monster. It was more like a stuffed animal version of a moldy decomposing couch potato.
Grabbing more yarn, because Blue was going to have a stuffed something in his basket!
I started knitting again, no pattern, just panic.
(Did you know that Saturday Night Live gets over at 1:05 am?)
This morning Blue asked, "What is it?"
"It's a stuffed rock, Mr. Rock."
"Oh..."
"Don't ask."
And here are the balloon bunnies Moon made for the breakfast table. At least something was bright and cheery!
