Ich hab' es gefunden

Evidently there's a nifty wormhole that connects fabulist's closet with some folk in Germany.

We have 8m pink tulle. To be sliced up for knitting.

Moments of Terror

A difference between dressmaking and knitting is the degree of irreversibility: there are points in the process of cutting and sewing fabric where a mistake can mean that the project cannot be repeated (even if the constituent parts can be used successfully for something else), points from which there is no going back. With knitting, there are choices with small mistakes--go back and correct a tiny error or live with a slight imperfection--and, with larger ones, the chance of doing it again (and again, and again). Even the finished garment is provisional: don't like the fit? prefer a different neckline? change it. Whilst not a perfect rolling back of time--the unravelled yarn may not be quite as new, it may be in shorter lengths, the balls may be irregular--returning to the start is possible.

But, sometimes, there exists a point of irrevocability in a knitting project. Like reducing 8m of glorious, gorgeous pale pink tulle to 2" wide strips (pardon the mix of units of measurement). With this, there will be no going back.

I hate it. I've just transferred my major fear in dressmaking onto nice safe knitting.

Still, if I leave off too long, Biggle will shred the stuff anyway: he's already chased his sister off the new patch of territory.

I wish...

that:

• this weren't true
• I wasn't surprised that is is true
• it wouldn't take the heat off Bush.

Hell's teeth.