Last night we were talking about the weekend plans. Our son has a band competition that is about an hour to an hour and half away. We were talking about some places we wanted to visit after the competition and I mentioned that I needed to get some more thread.
"What?" he cried. "We just got you a handful of thread. Did you already use that up?" (Which is a whole different lesson to share with him, I guess.)
So I explained to him that my pattern had 90 different colors (some would require more than one skein in the same color). I told him that I had pulled the colors I already had and that yes, I had bought 6 or 8 skeins twice. I told him I was trying to buy it as I reached the section where I needed the additional colors. (So I don't give you a heart attack when I purchase around 70 skeins of thread I thought to myself.)
So I got my project and showed him two sections that had small holes where I had skipped that area because I didn't have the color I needed.
"Let me see the project," he says.
You know I have been avoiding this for two months now. But I got the project and showed it to him.
"Holy Crap! So who are you going to will this thing to so they can finish it after you die?"
I know Heather told me she wasn't going to look at the completed project because she wanted it to be a surprise. But if you want you can view Flight of the Kites here.