Pattern: from Rebecca 29
Yarn: GGH Soft Kid

I finished this sweater a long, long time ago. When it first came off the needles, I took one look at it, judged it too small to wear in public (without getting arrested, anyway) and promptly tossed it in a drawer and forgot about it.

I rediscovered this little wrap during a frenzy of spring cleaning yesterday, and just for grins and giggles decided to see what it would look like if I blocked it. So, I soaked it for a good long while, squeezed the excess water out of it and pinned it to a towel to dry overnight.

It didn’t magically grow as I had hoped, but it got my husband’s seal of approval (that doesn’t allay any of my worries about parading around the city sporting this little number–with a posse of Seattle’s finest tailing me). So, it’s not the total disaster I had thought it was and it will definitely come in handy next time I need my husband’s undivided attention.

There’s also a very valuable lesson to be had from this: always, always study the dimensions of the finished garment before casting on the first stitch. Had I done that, I would have known that the larger size would suit me better.

I’ve been dying to post photos of the completed rainbow scarf for a couple of days now, but lost my camera’s memory card and card reader. It turns out they were buried in the bottom of my box of knitting needles. I only managed to excavate deeply enough into said box, because I’m infected with a bad case of startitis and needed to find the perfect needles for something(s) new. More on that later. For now, here’s a picture of the infamous scarf:

Child’s Rainbow Scarf from Last Minute Knitted Gifts.
Noro Kureyon, colors 102 and 40, 1 skein each.
Size 9 Addi Natura Needles.

I suppose I could write down the final measurements for you, but that would expose the extent of my exaggeration in the previous post about how long the scarf was. There is, however, a mathematical explanation for the (seeming) impossibility of reaching the end point with this scarf. (See. I’m not TOTALLY off my rocker!)

Claire isn’t all that thrilled with this gift. She won’t wear it (no surprise there). However, when she wants to show me that she appreciates my efforts, she’ll drag the scarf around the living room making hissing noises. She tells me it’s a SNAKE not a SCARF. I’m ashamed for being so confused over that issue! ha!

Ever since Robert and I watched Steven Speilberg’s A.I. a few years ago, its title has become the catch phrase for something that goes on and on…and on and on and on. It was just so damnably long and there seemed to be multiple points in the story line that would have been perfectly acceptable ending points, except they were bipassed in favor of another 20 minutes of pointlessness, and another, etc., etc. (I’m still not sure why we watched the whole thing.)

So, the phone rings one night while we’ve got another movie playing (one that’s actually entertaining), and Robert answers it. I grow increasingly exasperated by the minute as this phone conversation continues and I’m desperate to see what happens next in the movie. Naturally, we were interrupted during a particularly suspenseful moment.

“Robert, is it a tele-marketer? Some survey firm? Whoever it is, tell them to get a life. We’re watching a movie right now. THIS PHONE CALL HAS BECOME SOOOOOOOOO A.I.!”

Or, when the commute is particularly heinous and we’re stuck at another red light for what seems like 30 freakin’ minutes, one of is bound to shout, “CHANGE, YOU DAMN A.I. LIGHT, CHANGE!”

Anyway, I’m knitting a scarf for my daughter. She actually asked me to knit one for her and I was in no position to argue, being swayed by her utter cuteness and the knitter’s high (someone actually WANTS me to knit something!!!).

It should be a fun thing to make, since it alternates two different colorways of Noro Kureyon, which creates a fascinating graduated striping pattern. Unfortunately, this scarf has become so A.I. You see, I was feeling particularly frugal when starting this project and determined that I’d use every scrap of yarn available to me. Nothing would go to waste. Not even a microscopic bit of lint. The scarf is now long enough for Godzilla to wear wrapped around his neck three times. (Ok, that may be a slight exaggeration. Suffice it to say, it’s going to be waaaay too long for Claire.)

And I’m bored, bored bored. I want to work on something with shaping or design…this long rectangle is making me crazy with boredom.

I’m too stubborn to give up though. You’ll see it in all its A.I. glory soon.