Creeper is turning out to be a real *bleep-er*.
I have managed to air the yarn. I locked it up in our conservatory overnight where the temperature probably reaches below zero at night and that seemed to have done the job. A good old fashioned airing. I even bought a pouch of lavender to pop into the bag of wool as suggested by Diana but I don't think I'll need it.
That being said I can now work on the garment without the horrid stench. However, I'm just not loving it. Creeper that is. You know when you just don't fall head over heels and enjoy a knit. What do you do when you just don't enjoy what your knitting? I've been sticking with it in the hope that I find a love pocket to jump into, but its just not happening. Why? January blues? PMT?
I dunno. But my Debbie Bliss Alphabet Blanket makes me smile a whole lot more than Creeper.
Creeper - I feel guilty for tossing you aside and I'm sorry. I feel guilty for not knitting you close to my chest and I feel guilty for calling you smelly. I think the best thing for the both of us to do, is part. So I'll be frogging you tomorrow.
Creeper, good night and god bless.