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Yarn Along- AAARRRGGGHHH!!!


This is getting to the point of ridiculous! I went to the local yarn shop, i.e. not cheap, to purchase the yarn for my bolero because I wanted it to be nice. This is the fourth, yes FOURTH time I have encountered what you see below. The yarn is split almost completely through. I bought three skeins for the project. It has happened twice on each skein so far. What would you do? I am tempted to go back and ask either for another skein free of charge (I will probably need it now that I have had to waste so much yarn) or a refund of some sort.


I have 3 of the 5 pieces of the bolero completed and I hate to give up now. I have had to start over so many times on each piece that I have no desire to work on this project anymore. 

Advice would be greatly appreciated.

HELP!

As for reading, I finished Hallie Lord's book, "Style, Sex, and Substance". I enjoyed reading it. I am back to trying to finish up St. Therese's autobiography and Scott Hahn's book "First Comes Love".

Thank you Ginny, for hosting.
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  1. karenApril 11, 2012 at 5:02 PM

    Email the yarn company!!! Send them a detailed letter of your displeasure. (I'm sure you might see some customer service). My friend hit some bad skeins once and got replacement skeins. So sorry. And yes, contact the LYS too. I would return it and buy a substitute yarn.

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  2. KarenApril 12, 2012 at 8:46 AM

    You deserve some new yarn. How can they argue that? The evidence is there. Loved your dogwood and azalea flowers. So gorgeous.

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  3. Mark MaleskiApril 13, 2012 at 10:04 AM

    One of the benefits of buying local & from a brick-and-mortar is that you can take things back when they're not right. That offsets the (often higher) price you pay vs. buying over the internet.

    Mark (who knows nothing about yarn, or what a bolero is)

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  4. ElisaMay 8, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    I wouldn't buy from that yarn company anymore. =( That is bad quality. So sad.

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