So here is the scarf I was making for my mother as a gift. I'd like to start here by saying I hate making scarves. I do it more often than you would think because I do, in fact, hate making them so much. Several inches north of where this photo was taken, I completely screwed up on the pattern. I suppose I could have fixed it had I really tried, had I the patience, had I the experience.
But I didn't try. I don't have the patience, nor the experience. I could have taken it to the more experienced in my knitting group but I hate asking for help. Plus, you know, I apparently don't go anymore. >:-(
My friends, the photo that you see to the right is what defeat looks like. After wasting about a month bemoaning how I screwed up on the previous incarnation of scarf, I finally broke down and ripped it all out. I sat with a partially rewound ball of Vanna's Glamour yarn in Blue Sapphire for a week or so before finally starting over. This time with a much simpler YO lace pattern I'd successfully knitted in the past. I'm now hoping to get this done in time for Mother's Day. Here in the photo (taken yesterday), the new scarf is a day old and three and a half inches long. Since the photo was taken, it's grown almost six inches. I'm pleased with my progress as I've yet to mess it up and I feel I'm knitting it fairly quickly.
Oh, I added a couple numbers to the photo. This was taken on our kitchen table which currently is not used for eating but for storing. Domestic Goddess Fail. At #1: a sign that renaissance faire season is here (childrens sunscreen in a stick). At #2: an indication of how much I've been writing lately (spiral bound notebook and a fabric pen holder sitting just on top of it).
I highly doubt I will have a finished object (in terms of scarf) to share this Friday. In fact, I worry about how coherent I will be since NHL playoffs start for my boys tonight and we're making a concerted effort to follow at least two of the other match-ups for Western Conference in addition to Anaheim Ducks vs Nashville Predators.
*Deep breath* Must. . . remain. . . calm. . .