So, two years ago at Rhinebeck, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, the Yarn Harlot, persuaded me to buy a big cone of merino yarn. “It’ll make awesome kilt hose!”, she said.
It was only later that I realized how scratchy the stuff was. So, this evening in Austin, I presented her with my instrument of righteous revenge:
Being her usual unflappable self though, she took it, felt it, and said “This really isn’t that scratchy. What, do you not like it rough?”
I might have to make her a matching bra now just to drive the point home.