Last week I was working on my Ysabel and found myself faced with a game of yarn chicken. I decided to play and gave it a good shot, but in the end the yarn won. I was forced to crack open another skein so I could finish 1 row. I consoled myself with the fact that it was over 400 stitches, but it was still 1 row. You win some, you lose some.
This morning my day started ridiculously early with airport shuttle duties. I'm always amazed at how many people are out and about before 5:00 a.m.
When I got home, I was too wide awake to go back to bed, so I found myself sitting at my desk in the dim morning light. I was clutching my coffee and staring into space when my gaze landed on the almost-full skein of yarn. In the back of my mind I recalled a hat that I owe my son. Without even a full cup of coffee under my belt, I put the two together and cast on.
Apparently I was feeling adventurous in my sleep deprived stupor. I experimented with a new cast on. I'm not sure I like it, so I'll work a couple more rounds and drink some more coffee before I make a final decision. Putting that extra skein to good use definitely takes the sting out of losing at yarn chicken.