I don’t knit scarves. Any attempt to knit a scarf is met with boredom and then despair. I don’t have the necessary fortitude to make a giant rectangle of unending sameness. Cowls, yes. I can even see a shawl (especially one of the charming asymmetrical ones). But not scarves.
So it may come as something of a surprise when I say I whipped out a scarf on Friday afternoon. A proper, woolly, fiber-y scarf.
It started like this.
A few minutes later it looked more like this.
And a little bit later still it looked like this.
That last picture isn’t quite the final version. It needs a tiny bit more felting and a tiny bit more drying before I can show it off in all its glory. But overall, the whole project was very quick, and deeply satisfying. You get to play with bubble plastic, you get to take out any lingering frustrations on some accommodating wool, and you have a scarf by the end of the day. What more could you ask for?