Catastrophe! My favorite, most beloved sweater of all time, Cherie, has been critically injured. And it's all my fault! (And a little bit of Rowan's, too.)

You see, I was going to wear her to work yesterday. To blatantly show off. Well, my hubris was my downfall, because as I was birthing my large noggin through Cherie's neckhole I popped open one of the cast off stitches! Ladderation happened right before my eyes. Also, rageration. Yes, I made up both words.

So here's the beef (hehheh): Rowan, you charge a fair bit of change for Yorkshire Tweed, and this sweater cost me about 4 minimum payments on my Visa. I THINK YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER ON THE QUALITY, K? Even while I was knitting Cherie, if I tugged too hard on the yarn the strand would snap off. This happened during weaving in, too. And during the ball winding. Snap snap snap. Oh, AND, let me tell you how EVERY. SINGLE. BALL. had a splice in it. Sometimes two. And I had to pick out about a bale of hay from the yarn.

/rant

Thank the yarn gods I kept the leftover yarn so I can reknit the collar or IT. WOULD. BE. ON.