The Knitting Pixies

It appears that the Knitting Pixies have been to visit. I know they've been when something has gone wrong. Whether it's something that won't grow, no matter how much I work on it, or a dropped stitch, I know they're to blame. I must have really upset them this time because they've wandered off with a whole ball of yarn, not just any ball of yarn, but the one I needed to finish my project, the one that I can't replace. Of course it could have been the dog, but knowing how much he likes to pull balls apart I'd have noticed him playing with it.

It was some of the yarn I showed you a few posts ago, the pink, lilac, blue and white crepe which I have since traced to being Sirdar Silky Look in Maypole. I have been to all of the yarn shops nearby and nobody seems to have any, nor can get it. I'd be really loathe to buy more, especially at full price as I know I bought three balls and I definitely brought them home. Somewhere in the process of putting them upstairs and tidying them away, one has gone AWOL. Pixies! Definitely the Pixies.

Being an idiot I started knitting with the rest of it because I figured it must be there somewhere but despite turning the house upside down twice I've been unable to uncover it. This leaves me in a pretty crappy place. If I frog, they'll give it back, if I leave it I'll go mad looking for it.

I'd started Daydream in it from 'Rowan Babies' by Kim Hargreaves and it was turning out beautifully. I have enough for one more sleeve, but as I like knitting similar parts at the same time I decided to hold off until I have enough for both. In desperation I might adapt the pattern and work shorter sleeves.

If I knew what the Pixies eat I'd leave them an offering. One of my biscuits went missing the other day, but that one definitely was the dog.