I don't care how pretty it is, I am never working with this stuff again.
Yesterday I posted about how the Noro Silk Garden snapped when I gently pulled the yarn tail from my cast-on. Well, yesterday afternoon I started a modified version of this hat. I ignored the wild variations in thickness. I ignored the ugly gray slubs sprinkled liberally throughout. But when I finished the last decrease row and pulled the yarn through to close the hat ... it snapped. Again! What is wrong with this damn yarn? For eleven bucks a skein, I expect better.
Also, my ferrets were attracted to this yarn like no other. Our big boy, Illiogor, threw himself on the skein at every opportunity.
On the bright side, the hat is complete and I'm satisfied with it (although it's not my favorite thing I've ever made). I'm going to cast on some plain black worsted from my stash and start some mindless, easy, armwarmers for a friend.
p.s. Today's title is a paraphrase of a Johnny Cash song ("San Quentin, I hate every inch of you/You've cut me and you've scarred me through and through"). I use the expression "[blank], I hate every inch of you" quite frequently.