Perils of Margene (Part l)
A Quiet Place

Perils of Margene (Part II)

Our Heroine had been enjoying the scenery while she slowly paddled down the river DeNile. The call of Sprössling had been strong and Margene was enticed by its beautiful design, complex pattern, and intriguing shape. 

Our heroine had started this leg of her adventure with confidence. But, as she paddled her way up the river, she heard gurgling cautionary voices. She did not stop, did not pull over the the shore to reassess or check her chart. On she went but, perhaps, with a little less confidence.

Suddenly a crocodile appeared and it had BIG teeth!!  "Dear little knitter", it said, "did you look at the fabric as you knit and think it might  be a little small?  Did you make sure you had the right needle in hand? Did you throw caution to the wind and go on despite misgivings?  Did you??!" 


Our heroine was chagrined but, when the crocodile opened his mouth, as if to chop her up and eat her, she started paddling for her life!  She paddled, took deep breaths, worked her muscles with all her might, and made it to safety.   Maybe she had made a mistake, but she could recover and go on!  Right?

She knew she had checked her gauge, had even asked friends if the front of Sprössling looked smaller than the back.  She had been reassured it looked fine and all would be well in the blocking.  Some of her doubt was abated and, with Sprössling's call loud, rich, and enchantingly beautiful,  Margene knew she had to keep the course. She knew the sweater would be wonderful when finished and she would make Margene lovely, too.


It had been quite an accomplishment to finished the back of Sprössling, plus, it seemed to be correct (wow!) and nice looking. The front piece (right front)  had been a struggle, but it also looked nice (if small). Blocking would was time to move on, time to continue up the river, and hope Sprössling would remain tame enough to stay the course.


Oh, no, the siren song of DeNile!!!

Sing along with Mr. Bean: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. If you see a crocodile don't forget to scream. Argh. (

LOL. I'm on the edge of my ..... canoe!

Here's hoping it all comes good in the wash!

Still on Denile? It's a long river, but there are falls ahead, girl. Be on your guard.

Can't wait till the next installment! You've got me holding my breath!

I can't wait to find out what happens next!

Oh, dear, I so hate a cliffhanger ending...

Yikes...crocodiles! What will happen next? Stay tuned for the next episode of "As the Yarn Ball Turns"...

Who knew knitting could be so exciting?!

What or who will swoop in to save the day...I hope that's going to be the case?!!

I can't wait to see how the story ends!!

What a hoot! All you need is a big guy in a top hat with a handlebar mustache with a deep gurgly laugh.
Oh, right, there is the crocodile.

Good luck, my current sweater is looking big to me. All the more reason to eat chocolate.

How FUNny! (as long as all is well and blocks out to fit,eh?) Waving from the shoreline as you paddle by. thumbs up ;^)

I hope there's a happy ending to this story!!

Oh, jeez!!! I never knit anything to the same gauge, front, back, sleeve, second sock. Drives me crazy. And that is with the same needle. Then I'll rip and reknit, thinking that I'll just loosen up a little or tighten up a little or try to match what I was doing in the first place, but it never happens. Just don't look too closely at any of my knitting and we'll all be happy. Well, observers will be tricked and I'll be a frustrated knitter as always.

I'm sensing train tracks and a rope somewhere in the near future.

Oh the suspense! I do hope this has a happy ending.

Oh, I'm DEFinitely hearing the Snidely Whiplash theme song right now. Just hoping that Dudley Do-right arrives in time! Hang in there, Sweet Nell!

I hope you're wearing a life jacket in case there's some rapids! Waiting on pins and needles here!

Fingers crossed!

Sounds like our heroine and I are cut from the same cloth...

Can't wait for the next installment of the story....

...and that, Best-Beloved, is how knitters always talk, just before the croc-o-doom surfaces once more.

Perhaps Victoria Falls will be viewed from the shores of DeNile and not in the teeny tiny boat carrying our fearless though worried knitter. Fingers crossed for the best outcome.

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