Yesterday I woke up and reached to the floor for my knitting, only to find it was gone. GONE!
Just inside the open kitchen window I discovered this:
The burgundy yarn led out the window and onto the balcony, where it trailed down the stairs in a tangle before breaking off. The gray yarn was broken just inches from the wip.
Now who around here likes yarn and jumps in and out of windows? And where did she stash the yarn balls?? The burgundy still had at least a hundred yards left, and since it’s silk/wool and custom-dyed, there’s no replacement to be had…here or in the states.
I searched the bushes. The alley. Under the cars. Up the stairs and around the rooftop.
Then I knocked on the landlord’s door. Apparently she’d been wondering how and why a ball of burgundy yarn had appeared in her living overnight. Later in the day she knocked and said she’d found this in her shower:
Not surprisingly, Fantasmon isn’t talking.