The other day I put on a top. Nothing strange there. Except that, during the day, I realised that the top had a small hole in the front of it. This is the hole
You can see the fraying of the edges, but here's a better picture..
Hmmph, I thought, how strange and irritating.
Approximately an hour later, a feeling of cold and clammy dread swept throughout my entire body as the realisation dawned that this was a MOTH HOLE!!!!!!! Some f**king little winged creature had spent it's lunch hour in my wardrobe. What I wondered was this
1. Did it have a big family?
and 2.Were they all living in my wardrobe
or 3. Even worse....had they realised I am a knitter?
Now this bit is not for the faint hearted knitter. I am going to show you were I store my yarn, and you may not have the high opinion of me that you did have when you see it.
Oh, and here too:
Ok, I know it's not the ideal way to store such preciousness, but I haven't ever got round to putting it into bags. That would involve sorting through it and realising the true extent of my "little" addiction.
I cannot even bring myself to have a look and see if the Famille de Moth have discovered it yet. I have kept the door of my workroom well and truly shut since the awful hole moment though. Not sure if it will make the blindest bit of difference. There's an awful lot of fabric in that room too....gulp...let's hope they haven't found that.....
In my Moth Depression I have had to start a new project. I'll post it later.
Any moth advice gratefully received. :(