For the longest time, I've been telling anyone who would listen (or read my blog) that I can't make scarves. I CAN make them, I just don't have the patience for them. They go on and on and on. There is no end in sight. They are boring and just suck every ounce of creativity from you until you are bone dry.
Well it seems that I was mistaken with the scarf thing. If you look to your left, you will see 66 inches of diviness, 66 inches of absolute luxury, 66 inches worthy of sensual g-rated pleasure. And look... there is still yarn left to continue my pleasure-bent adventure.
I had to think about it for awhile. Why was this scarf just wizzing by? Why was it not getting boring? Why was I still in love with this project? Why had I not since given up and tucked the scarf to the bottom of the knitting bag. What was so different about this scarf?
As I was caressing the yarn, it dawned on me. It isn't scarves that I hate, I was just using the wrong yarn. What you see here is a total of 4 skeins of Pure Cashmere by Debbie Bliss that I found in a discount bin. Ahhhh Heavenly!!!
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,