I finished knitting the perfect scarf. I'm sure I've said something like this before, but at the moment, this scarf seems to fulfill the perfect essence of scarfness, at least warm woolley winter scarfness.
Too bad it is not winter.
Although I've finished perfectly nice projects: scarves, socks, sweaters, a baby blanket, nothing has given me the sense of satisfaction I find in this scarf. In fact, nothing I have knit has thrilled me so since a cardigan I finished in January 2012. That is far too long. In retropsect, I can see why I have been so ambivalent about knitting for the last couple of years. Although I love the process of knitting, process alone is not enough.
Th finished scarf is 7 1/2 feet long, long enough to wrap twice around my neck without being tight and still hang well below my waist, although my finished gauge is slightly smaller than the gauge called for in the pattern. This is mostly because I used a much smaller yarn, a fingering weight, which, even though I held two strands together knit to a smaller gauge than the original DK yarn. It doesn't matter. MY scarf, in my colors, is perfect for me.
Suddenly I'm excited about knitting again, and I've started another project. Who knows, perhaps I will be daring and even knit raglan sleeves.
