And all through the house, not a creature was silent, especially in this crowd. The meat pies were baking, the cookies decorated and devoured. A few set aside for when Santa arrived at that magic hour. Company was coming, Grandma and Aunt Eva due to arrive! Last minute clean ups, finishing touches of surprise. After a fine meal, and a glass of spiked egg nog, we wandered to other rooms where wool stashes abound. Hand knits were pulled out, and shown off with such pride. In a split moment there was silence, for what did I see with my own two eyes…….

Two holes in my Irish Hiking scarf, one in a lace shawl. Please let my eyes deceive me, but no! There are the tell tale signs of wool moths! All the hand knits were pulled out of the dresser drawer so quick. Each item inspected as my heartbeat pounded, this must be some cruel trick. No further signs were found, but the knitter was scared. For the next couple of weeks she must disappear. Yarn to reskein, wash and then seal away. Fleeces to inspect on a dreary rainy day. Roving to steam to kill off them nasty moth eggs. They shan’t get my wool stash and ruin my Winter days!

With that declaration, this knitting blogger must now go. Here’s good wishes that your wool stash will never have the horrors that mine now know!