The Scarf

that started the whole thing going. Now is a good time to post about it, because I'm having trouble sleeping.

My mom taught my sister and me how to knit when we were in our single digits. We were knitting a family afghan, where we would all make squares of a certain size in garter stitch and then sew them all together. We bought some colors of yarn and went at it. Of course, my sister and I lost interest after a dozen or so squares, and my mom was left trying to knit the rest and put them all together. Eventually, she gave up trying to do it all herself (I'd seen her making pretty squares, with cables, in the meantime, so I suspect she wasn't devoting all of her free time to finish a project my sister and I were enthusiastic about for a couple weeks) and I think (?) she gave the blocks to charity, after they'd had a few years to get acquainted with our basement.

And when I took up knitting again, many years later, I took up knitting a scarf. My mom taught me how to purl (a skill, if you'll remember, that I only recently learned to do correctly ... again), and I made a scarf for my boyfriend-at-the-time in 2x2 ribbing. I finished it almost a year after I had intended to give it to him ( ... oops ... ), but it was graciously received and praised nonetheless. I mailed it to him right before he went to spend the winter in Oxford, where I figured he would need the warmth. He said, quote: "It is the softest thing to ever touch my neck."

Here, you can see Tom & the scarf enjoying a beer.



Perhaps more importantly, in this next picture you can compare his scarf to all the other scarves and find that, in comparison to the red beauty, the other scarves come up lacking. This photo is actually great because it has four of my friends in it. From the left: Tom, Mojan, some girl I don't know, Anjali, and Kristyn.



Also, I finished the second handwarmer and just need to sew in the ends. Hopefully photos tomorrow. Also hopefully job applications tomorrow - wish me luck!