These Stinkin' Socks...

They are like a never ending project.  WHY?  because I'm a klutz.

You know how you SHOULDN'T carry a knitting project?  IN A PURSE, WITH A HAIRBRUSH.

Yeah.  I keep shouting about this, I apologize.  It's my inner Ugly American side, just yelling like an idiot.  But, seriously.  WHAT was I THINKING?!   I have a lovely little knitting bag, which I bought from my local yarn shop.  It's clear, and it looks like a little granny purse, and my knitting and knitting-paraphernalia all fit neatly inside without any drama.  But can I stand carrying two bags?  No.  I'm determined everything I carry be in a single bag.  so I drop in my wallet, and it fits.  That doesn't cause any drama.  Makeup case?  No issues.  Cell phone?  Actually that works out great, because I can put it in there facing out and I can see who is calling without digging for it and pulling it out;  I now know exactly who I am ignoring when I refuse to answer the call.  A pen or pencil, a sticky notepad?  Defensible additions to the knitting bag in any case.  But could I stop there?

NO.

I dropped in a lousy HAIRBRUSH.  Okay, that's an unfortunate choice of expressions.  My hairbrush is decidedly NOT lousy.  I do not have LICE.  But I was every bit as angry as if I had, before it was all over, because, as you may have guessed, the ball of yarn came in contact with the bristles on the brush, and yarny chaos ensued.

I spent a couple of HOURS just getting it untangled from the brush.  It took even longer to get it all back in order so I could continue to knit.

*sigh*

There are not pictures of me dealing with this mess.  I just couldn't stand to take pictures of the yarny chaos.  There was wailing, and gnashing of teeth.  But now?  I am hoping to finish The Stinkin'-Lousy-Yarny-Chaos-Socks over weekend, so that I can get going on a sweater, or something. Or maybe I will weave a scarf or two for gifts.  We'll see.  I just have to

Finish
These
Stinkin'
Socks.

Argh.