I know many people have heard about the great Chicago fire. But, I am absolutely sure that no one has heard about the great Yarn Quake that rocked my condo. Glorianna (my partner in crime) and I were carelessly lounging on the couch, when we heard a horrible knocking sound coming from the office closet. We paused, looked at each other, and decided to investigate. Stealthfully entering the office, we noticed that the closet door was slightly ajar. I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to open the door. Wham!!! My yarn stash had come down upon us like a flurry of angry pigeons. There we lay under this pile of doom barely breathing. I was certain of our fates and wondered how the morning paper would describe our deaths, the headlines would proclaim "death by yarn stash." Glorianna, my hero, helped me push my yarn tangled arms through the rubble to reveal us laying beneth. All I could do to keep myself sane was to continue to knit our pattern by memory. A sort of S.O.S. I knew that if someone saw movement they would know that there was still hope. Luckily, we need not wait long. My husband arrived home and immediately called for backup. Later that evening Glorianna and I recalled our horrific events over a nice glass of scotch. We do agree on one thing, sharing this moment together bonded us closer than we ever thought we could be.
*please note no yarn was harmed during the shooting of this photograph.
