And then something odd happened. It got spots all over it. Little pink spots.
Was it mold?
Was a weird color transfer from the gray yarn to the cream yarn?
Seriously, what the $#%& was it?
Nothing got it out. Nothing. I know because I tried it all.
So here I was. New mom. Exhausted mom. All my knitting & planning gone. So what's one to do when one is obsessed with having a finished perfect Christmas stocking for baby's first Christmas. A Christmas, mind you that baby won't even remember? Well, what all good knitters do around the holidays: I stayed up way to freakin' late and knit another damn stocking.
And I loved it.
And I'm pretty sure Ruby did too!
BTW...if you have any ideas what the hell happened to stocking No. 1, please let me know!
(This photo was taken w/ my cell. I can't figure out how to turn it the right way, but you get the idea....she loved the stocking! Or thought it was something that she could fit into.)