Saturday, October 24, 2009

My Own Worse ...

I've gotten what was coming to me.

Preface: Please no comments of suggestions, admonition. Only pity please.

Had a little too much caffeine today. Thought I'd take the edge off a little bit with some washing of the huge pile of socks, in a bag in the bathroom. This will mellow me out...this will do something useful with the jittery energy.

So, let's just say that there were around 12 pairs of handknit socks just waiting for me. That's probably about half of what I own, that I haven't accidentally felted at some point.

I'm noticing how dirty they are. Happy to be getting them Lavender soap kinda clean. I've got about 10 pairs, on hangers, on the bath rod. Ah! It all comes tumbling down... CRASH.

This has happened before. No worries. I'll just get some more water out of them and... OMG! There's a hole in the heel of...SEVERAL of my socks? Yes, as I am putting the socks back up on the bath rod I notice that many but not all of my heels have been chewed out by moths.

The were indiscriminate. Didn't touch the Wollmeise, but ate the Shibui. Blue and Red were favorite colors, for sure. My hands are still shaking...

How stupid could I possibly be? For the love of...
I saw moths in the past few months and kept checking my stash and my sweaters. No harm. How strange, I thought!

I will survive. Although I no longer have matching yarn for most of the socks, I will mend them. Although, I have this silly little thought that perhaps I should send them to Brenda to continue with her Pod-Series, Make Do And Mend. (I'm gonna catch what-for from her now on THAT one.)

Carry on..... and don't laugh TOO hard.

8 comments:

pdxknitterati/MicheleLB said...

Laugh? No way! I'm so sorry to hear this. Stupid m*ths.

Diane in Chico said...

In a previous life my friends and I would say, "Poor sweet baby" to each other when something of this magnitude happened.

Aw, poor sweet baby....

ElusiveFirefly said...

I would never laugh at a knitter's misfortune! I can relate, though. When we moved into this house, I noticed a dead moth on the floor in the master bedroom closet. It never occurred to me that it could be THAT kind of moth. I've always been a bit OCD about cleaning and never had problems with them before. Well, now we've been fighting them in our clothes closet for awhile now. Not many of them, mind you, but they still leave holes in my clothes. And *I* was dumb enough to leave a skein of laceweight in a basket right next to the closet door (1 of 2 skeins that I am currently using to knit a stole with) and when I went to wind it into a ball for the next join, I saw that it had "bites" out of it and it became over a dozen tiny balls of lace yarn instead of one big one. :(
Sincerely, you have my sympathy. I would be far more heartbroken if it was an FO that was eaten.

PNWBookGirl said...

Oh so sorry! Did you want to learn how to do the darning thing that was a one hour class at Sock Summit? It's pretty basic really.

Melissa Barton said...

These babies are gonna take more than darning. I actually have a technique I use for re-knitting patches. Thanks ;-)

PetalsYoga said...

I'm so sorry you lost so many favorites. I'm sure you'll put it right soon.

Hugs!

Deborah Robson said...

Bad news about the socks. However, your knitted patches will make them even more unique and well-loved, right? There's something that a patch or a fine bit of darning says about caring, and about history. . . .

Anonymous said...

I am so sorry!! And, after you were feeling so industrious!!

Kelley Petkun