You ever have one of those days? The day when everything’s going pretty good, you’ve acomplished some (maybe not all) of your goals for the day and then something goes terribly wrong?
This was one of those days.
What you see there is the ruin of my yarn stash. No, not my entire stash (I haven’t moved it all to my boyfriends yet, it’s a process) but it’s all the good stuff. The stuff I want on hand. The stuff that I would (and did) cry over when I found out its current state.
And who or what is the culprit you ask? No, it’s not moths. Though that is still the most dreaded of yarn disasters. This isn’t quite that level, but it’s uncomfortably close.
I’m sad to announce that this cutie is now WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST YARN. You read that right. That cat apparently decided that she wanted to use my yarn bin as a litter box.
Now, if I can keep myself from killing the cat (no I won’t actually harm her though I’m rather enraged with her at the moment), I’m going to go work on salvaging my stash. I’d hate to throw out any of it, and some of it is quite literally irreplaceable because I can’t get more (unless I’m really lucky on a Ravelry de-stash or something).
Wish me luck!
PS: She got some of my fiber too, the little devil.