seriously, we are in trouble here.
last summer, i started this scarf for my sister-in-law because i knew how much she wanted a handknit scarf. i carefully chose a fuschia blend wool (so not that colour in this photo, but I digress) because she has super cool black hair and brown eyes and fuschia would look super cool on her.
so, anyway, i've been plugging away at this drop-stitch scarf since summer and i finally realize the other day that i better finish it because Christmas Day is ... um... SOON. so i started up again with renewed vigor and then...... well, then..........
i had to clean. the house. for a party.
and somewhere in my cleaning, i put the scarf somewhere in a "safe place" because i would obviously remember, after the party, where i put the yarn.
however.
i can't remember where the safe place is and i cannot find the half-knitted scarf that I now only have two more days to knit. i've looked in all of my knitterly places - like baskets and closets and plastic containers, but to no avail. i've also looked in all non-knitterly places - like the dog's toybox, the fridge and the TV cabinet. no luck.
i am now only left with my mother's advice:
"just sit down and relax and say "Okay, scarf, come to me"" and it will."
okay, mom, this one's for you and full proof that i've lost my knitting and my mind:
Okay, scarf, come to me!
**ETA Dec. 23: The freaking scarf came to me! When I least expected it and when I was most relaxed. And I found it in the TV stand!!! Who knew? The lesson here, of course:
Never doubt your mother.
this is the scarf that I thought was lost forever, until I prayed for it to come to me.... and it did. this, of course, has changed my entire perspective on the concept of praying.... but I'll save that for another time!
