... when I lived in Paris, France.
For one year, I said "oui, oui."
I kissed cheek-to-cheek.
I ate steak tartar.
Yarn: Ballybrae 100% Virgin Unscoured Wool by Yarns Brunswick
....refuse everyone's good advice to rip it out and instead just start all over again, but in a different shade of pink.
The photo that accompanied Ashley's cautionary tale this morning reminded me of my own cautionary tale: don't leave a ball of yarn sitting out on your beside table at night unless you are prepared to wake up to this shocking scene the next morning:
Hmmm....I wonder what could have possibly happened here during the night while I slept soundly by....
[My apologies on the terrible formatting of this post. I could not (despite much grappling with Blogger) get the line breaks in Neruda's poem to show up at the correct place because when I did, the photos then moved about crazily or were lost altogether.]