Three feet into this scarf, I set the needles down and wandered away. My fickle, fickle heart…what happened?
Picking up where I left off…or, where I think I left off…I’m starting to remember.
Entrelac. It’s so repetitive…but not so mindless that I can watch “Lost” as I knit and turn, purl and turn…tire of turning…then knit backwards…or purl backwards…
This scarf whispers, “Pay attention to me!” It is a jealous, demanding scarf.
Plus, it’s Silk Garden. Little knots. Little bits (or big bits!) of twigs. Hey, it’s not so bad. I can do this.
And……whoops. It needs a bath! I think it also needs some mitts…and a hat…
Yes, we shall reclaim our lost love. It’s happening.