It appears as tho scissors went walking across my bobbin, and I can't find this guys twin. In a move that surprised me, I did not loose my mind. I did not hunt out the offending little hand who gave those scissors legs. I took a breath and walked away. It's not the end of the world. It's just a cut thread. It's disappointing, as I was set to have this yarn finished by the end of the night. Now it sits.
A little mangled from trying to find that cut end, but still in decent shape. It's fixable, I can splice. If I find the end.
This probably helped my emotions
My 8 year old, shortly before the incident, walked in and grabbed an empty spindle, a handful of fluff and started spinning. Completely on his own accord, absolutely no cajoling was required. It was nice.
Today, I'll try to find that end, if I can find the time. It's my husbands birthday, so there are a few important things to do like cake making, and house cleaning, and I have to pop into work with the two littles tagging along. It will make for a long day, but as Dori says 'just keep swimming' and that's what I intend to do!