My griping about disappearing stitch markers reminded me of my family's Mystery of the Disappearing Toast.
When we lived in Brazil, we owned the word's most, well, enthusiastic toaster. When it had finished toasting some bread, it wouldn't just genteelly raise the bread up into your waiting fingers, or happily pop it up with flair and style; instead, it would fling it feet into the air. During breakfast, we kept a vigilant eye on the toaster so we could grab the toast before it landed in the dust bunnies behind the sideboard. One day, however, in a fateful moment of neglect, no one was minding the toaster. We heard it go "bing," we heard the the crispy-crunchy sound of the toast being launched skyward, but when we looked to see where the toast had landed, it was nowhere to be found. Parents and children alike immediately commenced an exhaustive search of the breakfast room, looking in the toaster, on and under the table, on and under everyone's plate, behind all the furniture, on the window sill, under the rug, even peering hopefully up at the ceiling, just in case. Over the course of the next few days, one or another of us could be found on hands and knees making an impromptu spot-check but, to this day, we are still mystified by what happened to the wayward toast. I hear, however, that the astronauts on the International Space Station were recently startled by crispy, brown, breadlike and slightly moldy object that caromed off the surface of the station.
As a replacement for the Rowanspun, I bought a skein of bright lime-green, infinitely more cooperative Debbie Bliss Merino DK. I have knitted a second, obedience-schooled green paralyzed octopus (which looks very much like the first green paralyzed octopus, hence no photo) and am feeling cautiously confident about the success of this version of the sock.
Reader Mary reports that she knitted an entire sweater out of a yarn which broke repeatedly like the Rowanspun but, unlike me, she had the patience to finish the sweater and says it is now one of her favorites. I, on the other hand, eventually reached the point with my Rowanspun where I felt like throwing it on the floor, stomping on it, and yelling unladylike obscenities at it. The Zen of knitting, my a__!
Since my LYS failed me in the Henry's Attic area, I went ahead and ordered some from very responsive Lisa Souza at LisaKnits. It cost me a boatload more than it would have had I purchased it at my LYS but I'm too eager to try the sunflower dye to care about $7.00 one way or the other.
Stay tuned!Posted by Ryan at September 26, 2003 10:05 AM