F*ck it 🤬
10 Feb, 2025
I want to confess something. I went FULLY autsitic 1.5 weeks ago and became hyperfixated with fixing a yarn barf gone wrong.
But, let me rewind and start from the beginning. WHAT IS A YARN BARF???
Yarn Barf (also known as Yarn Vomit) – The yarn mess that comes out of the center of a ball of yarn if you don’t get the starting tail right. Source
An incorrectly pulled center's yarn barf can create tangles that are the unholiest punishment and yarn artist can conjure. I started crocheting a few weeks ago and started a pattern called the cloud blanket. Even taking breaks, progress was swift and satisfying using a L sized crochet hook, and chenille yarn. CHENNILLE yarn. And knowing that chennille yarn is... odd, I took the safe route and used the yarn end outside of the skein in the beginning. But of course, I became cocky (and annoyed and the jumpy skein), and decided to pull the center end. It went well, until it didn't. On row 76 of 90, I was starting the third skein of the contrast yarn, when a veritable, TANGLY yarn explosion happened on my couch. I had a few minor incidents before, so I gently shook the tangle and... started crocheting. OH WOE.
Your average guy, gal, or non-binary friend would stop at this point, detangle what's possible, and cut the rest and move on. Because let's face it, time is precious and the yarn value is low enough for it not to be a huge deal to lose a bit. Plus I bought too much yarn and felt confident that even with a loss, I have more than enough.But what is logic, in the face of a puzzle for a woman who is hyperfixated on solving things? Combined with the sunk cost fallacy???? It was trouble in the making.
The first day I wasted 3 HOURS detangling. I ignored my phone, and anything beyond my fingertips teasing yarn apart. I continued on to do this all week. It was like a FUCKING magnet, yo. Like if I started it, I would inevitably space out and neglect stuff. And now? It is the 10th day of these shennanigans. I WOULD HAVE FINISHED THE DAMN BLANKET BY NOW. The tangle is minuscule but... it's freaking chenille. CHENILLE. I need to stop torturing myself. I need to just... cut the yarn an move on. Can I get an F in the chat for all my wasted hours? There's something so... just completely inexplicable about that state. It defies all my logic. Sometimes it scares me a little bit. I guess because I'm not in control. It's almost like a form of inebration. Like a bad PMS. A natural disaster one can only watch in consternation, unable to stop. Seriously though... fuck it. cutting that damn yarn today and moving on.
I haven't lost my mind... it's backed up on disk somewhere.
– Sean Keogh (Bottoms up: a Cheeky Look at Life)