Drifting through life

Do you all remember the scarf I started knitting? it started out well, and was going to be super, super long. Well, that didn't quite work out. I picked it up last Saturday, finished the second ball of wool, and started the third. I knitted about forty rows and suddenly decided I'd had enough. It was already longer than any other scarf I owned. Did I really need it to be "Tom Baker-Dr Who" long?  I am only five feet tall after all, I might look a bit silly with a couple of metres of scarf floating along behind me, besides, I'd had enough of knitting for now. so I cast off the stitches, added some fringing, and hung it up on the rack with all the other scarves. There they are. They'll come in very handy next winter when our winds seem to be coming straight off the South pole and aiming at our necks! Here you can see how long it is, not even fitting in the photo, it's slightly longer than the pinky purple one on the right. ...

Years ago, I used to knit stuff. Not much, because I'm not very good at it, and never anything really big. In the beginning, at around age 17-18, I knitted a huge six foot long, eight inches wide,  scarf in blocks of colour. The plan was to knit several more, then sew them together and have a colourful bedcover. Never happened. Two winters ago, I finally gave away the scarf.  I mostly stuck to small stuff, like baby bonnets and bootees, a few matinee jackets, even a toddler jumper or two.  I used to be able to do a complete pair of bootees in a night. Nothing to brag about really, the mother-in-law could knit an entire layette in a night and do the matching shawl the next night. I swear that woman could knit in her sleep! Me? I have to count rows and stitches and read the pattern line by line........stitch by stitch....... In 2010 I knitted a pale pink scarf for my youngest grand daughter. I'd seen the wool in Lincraft and couldn't pass it up, it was so soft...