On my 42nd birthday, I started knitting a Temperature Scarf, along with someone else in my knitting group. I (we) did great, for awhile. For most of the year, actually. But it was difficult to knit a long, wool scarf through the summer, and by mid September I just couldn’t take it any more and I put the scarf away until the weather could cool off a bit.
Then the holidays happened. And then, I just didn’t get back to it. The scarf sat in a bag. And sat. An entire year went by and every now and then I’d think about the scarf, but that was all.
Another holiday season happened.
And then a different person from my knitting group asked about the scarf, and tonight I pulled it from the bag – to discover that I only had 12 days left. Twelve measly days! Twenty-four rounds!
Guess what I’ll be working on tomorrow.