You know when you’re begrudgingly merrily knitting along spawn of Satan’s shawl a beautifully intricate shawl and you keep thinking to yourself, “Wow, I can do this.  I’m so close.  Only about 450 more stitches to pick up for the edging.  Look at me go!!  Weeeeeehooooo!”

And then you look down at your ball of yarn, and instead you find this:

This scraggly clump of unsubstantial amount of yarn, not nearly enough to finish the edging, staring… no: glaring, right back up at you in this sinister manner, affirming your aching suspicion that  the shawl really is a project from hell.  And all you can think is, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck”

Satan’s Shawl: 1
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UPDATE (11/20):  I took that clump of yarn and very carefully (and with a pair of tweezers) wound it into the tiniest ball of yarn you will ever see.  Behold!  Mini-yarn ball from hell.  So evil that it will roundhouse kick George in the face.  Poor George.  He didn’t even see it coming.