Well sort of, but not quite... not really, but kind of...
When I was 7 years old I learned my first grown-up craft - my Mom taught me to knit. I remember it well, the needles were green and the yarn was a deep plum. Quite the visual combination.
I decided I was going to make a scarf for Santa Claus; it was early September and I would have lots of time to get it done. I think I got thirteen rows finished before I dropped my first stitch and took it all apart in frustration. Shortly past that point on the second go-round I realized my scarf was getting narrower; that was when I learned about "knit two together". Out it came again.
I kept trying but after many holes and widenings and narrowings I finally gave up - it was mid November and I knew I wouldn't finish it in time for Christmas Eve. Over the next few years I would come across that ball of yarn and the green needles and give it another go, but it always ended in failure.
One day, when I was about fifteen, I realized that yarn was so frazzled it wasn't good for anything so I pitched it.
I have knitted a few sweaters over the years but never a scarf.
Last week I decided it was time...
And two nights ago I finished it.
This one isn't for Santa, it's all mine and now I'm kind of excited for Fall.
It's fun and bright,
and I couldn't help but add the saucy little ruffle to the ends.
it will go with all my coats and jackets...
and there's no fear of losing me in a crowd!
So while it isn't the same purple scarf I attempted all those years ago, and I made it with lovely, smooth bamboo needles instead of the bilious green ones, I finally did knit a scarf!