Dye Another Day

It is driving my fiancee absolutely nuts that I’m dyeing on packing day, less than 48 hours before our big move.

Even though our house looks like this

even though it should actually look like this

I’ve decided that my afternoon should look like this

(Brown Sheep Lanaloft Sport, one and a half cones of one-ply… that somehow got tangled when I was kettle dyeing it. How does that even happen? I tied it in like eight places!)

And then, ultimately, like this

(Yes, with the giant bag of laundry to do in the background and all.)

Let it be known, I hate moving more than I hate untangling 1,500 yards of yarn that is a little bit felted together. The yarn has faster payoff.