Butterfingers

I had just sat down to enjoy an early morning knitting session when disaster struck.

 My large glass of iced coffee somehow took a nosedive off the table and into the knitting containers that were piled up waiting to go at my feet. First it hit the Lofoten but luckily the top was on it so no harm was done to the yarn inside.

I thought I was out of the woods until I realized that the knitting bag that was hanging on the chair got the worst of it. It was full of sugar laced coffee and ice cubes. What an unholy mess. Ugh.

The pattern was a goner.

 But somehow the project was not. Whew. I had to immediately go make new copies of the pattern. I can't stand fugly patterns. The sight of that coffee stained pattern triggered a compulsive side of me that I didn't even know existed.

My morning was shot. In spite of all the excitement I did manage to get a couple dishcloths made. I also learned a good lesson. No more coffee on the knitting table.