.... call for desperate measures.
Tonight, I packed the stash. I point out to the Fool that it only took one box.
A big box, sure, but only one box.
So we're both stuck with the projects on the needles until the big move is completed in June.
To sum up:
The Fool - one Shetland sweater, one pair of socks.
Me - one lace shawl, three half-pairs of socks, one rabbit hat for a baby.
Angus helped himself to a ball of green sock yarn the other night during his Reign of Terror (Brown Sheep - good taste!) and a ball of purple yarn tonight, and as we had to pack it sooner or later ... I picked sooner.
Sorry, Angus. It's tough being an arse, isn't it?