Slip. Purl, knit, purl, knit, purl, knit.... ooap. There's the end. Turn.
Slip. Purl, knit, purl, knit, purl, knit...
This January my husband is going to China for six months, and I am not. This means a lot of things but most relevantly for this blog it means that when he mentions that he might like to have a handknit scarf to wear while he's there, the very next evening 17 inches of scarf have materialized.
All of my excitement and panic and pride and nerves (and did I mention panic?) have found an outlet. SCARF.
1 comment:
I can't imagine anything more rewarding than keeping a loved one warm while he's away from you. And the scarf is looking lovely.
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