Yarn: Colinette Point 5 in Mist and a 3 stranded mohair yarn in pink and brown
Needles: US 17
Pattern: "24" (my own)
Date Started: 6.20.05
Date Finished: 7.7.05

Ok, I didn't really take me that long to knit this scarf, but maybe some of you remember that I started and frogged this many times before it looked the way I wanted it to. Funny enough, I finished this with the pattern I originally started with (don't tell the bf that!).

I had all this Point 5 that I got for my bday, but I really didn't know what else to do with it. I originally asked for it to make some hats, but I made one and hated it! So a scarf it is. This one only took less than one skein of both yarns, so know I have to think of something to make with the leftovers. I see myself making one of those freaking scrap wraps once I have enough of these leftovers. I'm not sure what I feel about that!

What about this scarf? I think it's one only it's knitter could love. I love it, I think it's ugly enough to be cute. The bf thinks it's weird, so maybe that makes me like it more muahaha. I like the difference between the thin mohair and the super thick and thin wool. I wanted the wool to thin out the mohair so it was skinny and fat and thick and thin. I also knit it so that it would curl in to help out my thinning out idea. If I decide to later, I might get a better pic of this since the ones the bf took were all weird and the ones I took cut off my head.

The pattern is super easy, I just randomly decided where I wanted the wool and the mohair. All you have to do is knit one row and then k1p1 in the next. This really helped the thick and thin style of Point 5 come out even more.

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"TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the yarn entered my stash; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Finished object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the patterns."

Ok I'm being overdramatic as usual, but I do hear the tank! It's in the basket and I can hear it calling me, tempting me. I've ignored it since the betrayal (otherwise known as my knitting mistake), not knowing when I will go back. Soon I say, but instead I start new things that will take up my time, otherwise reserved for the tank. I stuffed all the pieces in the bottom of the basket, underneath needles and yarn to muffle the sound. But I know it's there, I'm the only one that hears it's thumping, and I must get back to it.

What have I been doing instead? Oh, dear reader, let me share with you my denial:

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