It's a poltergoost

See this little tiny ball of pink yarn? Isn't it pretty? Isn't it shiny? Wouldn't it make a lovely little lace shawl?

Yes I thought so too.

However, it has come to my attention that this little ball of yarn is possessed.

A few months ago I made a mini clapotis in this yarn. I wore it and wore it and wore it. It was my favourite scarf.

It got felted in the washing machine. I thought it was my mistake.

This week I have knitted, tinked, ripped back, knitted, tinked, ripped back over and over and over again trying to make this yarn into this.



I would get about fifty rows into it and whenever I put it down it would do a little genie dance and move yarnovers, lose stitches and pretty soon it would be FUBAR.

It took me about twenty attempts to give up. Still I blamed myself.

I was relatively undeterred. I cast on and made a fair bit of progress on this:



The same thing happened every time I put it down. I ploughed on, tink, knit, rip.

I give up. This pink froth has defeated me.

And that is why I have nothing to show for myself. I've been knitting all over the place, but in the end this yarn just wants to stay in a ball. Straight to the naughty cupboard, I'm going to try again with my leftover Kaalund Expressions.

I'll come back and deal with you later little ball of pink evil.