For some reason WordPress spazzed on me as I posted this and ate everything I had written. Fucker. So right about here there was a bit about me not being able to figure out what to write even though I have many ideas. Including how I agree with Jimmy Carter that the Israeli treatment of Palestinians is in fact apartheid, but how I don’t really have a coherent post about it yet. So today we will discuss knitting instead of international politics.

And then this part? This part was about my brother’s Irish Hiking Scarf that I made him for Christmas. And all the trials and tribulations that I went through with it. Including knitting in semi-darkness which led to joining the wrong color of yarn to the scarf, and that’s when it looked like this:

Big Brother's Scarf

And then I had to take the next day off work because I had to get that scarf in the mail so it would reach him in time for Christmas, so that day I frogged the 7″ of the wrong color that you see here and then knit it all in the right color and knit another 10″ on top of that. And then boxed it up and took it to my local post office which is run my slow motion morons, so I waited in line an hour to send it. But it all worked out great and he got it for Christmas and he loves it and it looks like this:

Big Brother's scarf

Trust me, this post was waaaay better the first time I wrote it. But that’s the gist. Here’s the stats:

Irish Hiking Scarf, started October 27th, 2007, finished January 2nd, 2007
Pattern: Hello Yarn’s Irish Hiking Scarf
Yarn: Cascade 220. I have no idea what color, since their colors are numbers and my brain doesn’t function like that. It’s blue. A nice heathery blue.
Needles: The generic wood ones that came with my Klutz Learn to Knit kit. US Size 8.
Dimensions: 5 1/2″ x 57″ or thereabouts. I didn’t block it because it didn’t need it.
Pattern Notes: A very easy pattern that was just what the doctor ordered, literally. Dr. Edbert told me to take breaks in the knitting, and with the simple 8 row repeat in this one, it was easy to remember to do that. Knit two repeats, go do something else for a while. Except for that last day of hell when it was like “Knit 4 or 5 repeats, go immerse your aching hands in warm water, come back and do it again. Pop some Advil.”
Would I knit it again? Definitely. In fact, I have a recipient in mind. And no, it’s not you. Sorry.

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