On Embracing My Inner Cavewoman

Remember that scarf I started a while ago and then never talked about again? I bet you were all a bit worried that I had given up in frustration, shoving it deep into the recesses of my tub of abandoned crafts. Never fear, however, for I have perservered. I, the woman who has never finished any of the scarfs she has knitted, have used up an entire ball of yarn. I have knitted 22 inches of warm woolen goodness. Actually, not woolen, but I like the alliteration.


I am really ridiculously proud of myself. I feel like Tom Hanks in Cast Away when he runs around and bellows in his caveman voice, "I HAVE MADE FIRE!!!" Well, my inner cavewoman is jumping up and down and screaming "I HAVE MADE CLOTH!!!" The creepy dum-dum-duh-dum music is playing. Seriously, I have attained a new level of civilization. Ok, maybe I'm getting a little silly here, but I want to emphasize how excited I am. I can't wait to have my scarf finished so I can wear it around. The weather's starting to get nippy. It was only 23 degrees out this morning when I was waiting for the bus.

On another knitting related note, I read a knitting romance. It's called "Casting Spells" by Barbara Bretton. Its not fabulous, but its a cute, easy read that might come in handy for long Thanksgiving travels.

BTW: Thanks for the encouragement. Your comments were really encouraging!