But not just one or two. FIVE. FIVE moth holes. In one sleeve. Someone had a moth-party on my sweater. Apparently Cascade 220 is just DELICIOUS.
|Moth-Party! Wee-Hee! Sigh.|
I'm going to try to salvage the sweater because I love it and because I am a very stubborn person.
Here's the shrug. It's called Dalloway. It's one of my own designs, and you can download it from Ravelry.
|Yes, I'm wearing a nursing tank-top in this photograph. Wow, that was a long time ago.|
Anyways, I didn't notice the holes at first because the darn thing is covered in eyelet lace. But now I'm sitting in a cafe and every time I look at my sleeve I want to scream. Stupid moths.
- Katie Rose (keeping it together, not screaming, blogging instead)