Murder and Mayhem

Sock Wars, Round II

We have two topics today, starting with Murder, as in, I've assassinated another victim in the Sock Wars. Using the yarn and severed leg contributed by Sockcrusader and mailed on to me by my first victim SK8GRLPK, I whipped up this pair of deadly red socks despite illness My victim, Sheri at The Loopy Ewe, died Thursday morning and sent her thank you note already. All this makes me giggle gleefully, as I am now a Two Kill Assassin, hear me roar.

The not-so-giggly part is disappointing news that I won't get a chance to try for a third kill. My victim knew I was facing impending doom from Moirae and got the impression that I am dead. The thing is.. I am not dead until the socks arrive. Like.. consider how it would be in the real world. Suppose you plan to bump me off, and you bake a poisoned tart. Am I dead? Nope. You have to deliver the tart to me and I gotta eat it. But sadly, in this case, the news that the tart was baked was enough to take me out of the game. Although I am Not Yet Dead, I will now bow out of the Sock Wars and quietly await my death.

It's probably all for the best, since I really have to move on with the Mayhem portion of our show -- floor refinishing! Believe it or not, after 10 months in stasis, the living room floor project is back and moving to completion. Wood was laid into the living room two weeks ago and will be sanded and stained starting on Tuesday. Every story I have ever heard about wood floor finishing contains a sentence like "Oh my, you have no idea -- the dust went EVERYWHERE." I've heard that the dust goes between all the plates in your cupboards, even with tape around the cupboards. And between the pages of books. And in your files.

I'm totally panicked about the dust. So we're packing like mad to protect our stuff. The garage is full of boxes already and we've got more to stack under tarps in the nonwood floor rooms.

But oh, knitters, I know you are way ahead of me in thinking about that dust. Because it wasn't until yesterday that I really realized... the dust.. could get into... the Stash! Wood dust. In the stash. Does it make you shudder? It does me.

Enter.. the 2.5 gallon freezer bag. Freezer bags feature in many of the yarn shops I visit -- you can fit 20 balls of yarn in 1 bag and squish all the air out. The plan is to bag the yarn into groups and then put all the freezer bags into a big construction-grade plastic bag. Can you imagine thins? The entire stash in one bag? Does anyone sense a creepy, scary, self-examination moment encaspulated in a photo, coming soon? I admit, I'm both terrified and curious to see how much yarn there really is. But packing it will mean three very late nights between now and Tuesday morning. Think of me, knitters. And wish me luck. Cause if I don't finish, you'll never get to see that photo!