Recently, I confessed a failure on the needles. Utter Failure.
And then the whole wad became hidden in a project bag and given corrective action: 48 hours of banishment.
It turned out that forty-eight hours was too long. I dreamed (literally - even waking up and turning on a light to make sure the solution still made sense whilst awake) and started a new day energized at the brilliance of the solution that would solve the problem.
One hour. For one solid hour I wore the "big & powerful" glasses and worked stitch by stitch manipulating the yarn just so. It was slow going. Perseverance and determination were required. Tunes were played. Caffeine was consumed.
The answer to the problem, in the end, was so obvious.
The whole wad - bag & all - is now banished to the back of the closet. It was either send that mess off to think about what it had done or I was the one who would be needing yarn therapy.
And that's all I'm gonna say about it.
Except for this. I ended up in yarn therapy. Two skeins later, my delight with all thing yarn has returned. OH, happy day.