But I’ve got what I think are some rather amusing ones of the kiddos ripping the stash from its home and thoroughly tangling it up.
*sigh*
I spent several hours last night straightening out the worst of it, which was stupid because it was a third of a 2 dollar hunk of yarn. But it’s MY hunk of yarn, dammit, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let the little shits kill it.
How I’m going to handle a third, I don’t know.