This dog ATE my Olympic dreams!
After two hours of knitting, I lay my dishcloth aside and take a break to check on the laundry and use the ladies room. I come out to find my dishcloth unravelling across the floor, with a munched up bamboo needle in pieces on the floor. The culprit was nowhere to be found, and when I did come across her, she gave me this =>
"I'm soooo not sorry" look!
I'm frustrated. Back to square one tomorrow. No more bamboo needles- that's the third she's stalked and killed.
I did manage to take a picture of my Koolaid yarn knitted into a small swatch.