The underminer
Last weekend I finally made myself the scarf I’d been meaning to knit for a while, and I was pretty excited about it. Until Matt mentioned it made me look like a waffle cone, I think because of the texture? (And maybe how thick it was?) And then a little while later he mentioned how I seemed to be reliving a little of my hippie phase, because the scarf was so long. And THEN today at the coffee shop, right as I was thinking that the guy behind the counter seemed to be going through a hippie phase himself, he came over to serve me my $3 tea (wtf by the way - since when is tea $3?) and said how my scarf was “sweet” and also “bad,” by which I think he meant “extra sweet” and I started to think maybe it wasn’t quite the right scarf at all.
I should have been clearheaded and waited the situation out, but instead I decided to go ahead and undo the whole thing and knit it again, but this time in such a way that the edges won’t curl in, because I hate that to begin with, and also maybe having the edges curl in is sort of a hippie thing. Anyway, I undid the scarf while watching the football game tonight and in the midst of this, while trying and failing to explain why on earth I was doing this to my friends (one person asked if maybe I just undid and redid scarves all the time, and then a few different people made Sisyphus-related jokes, and then they all laughed at me) I realized that redoing the entire scarf just so the edges wouldn’t curl in is maybe very strange. But now I have to reknit the whole thing since I’ve already undone it all, and the problem is that it is frigid outside and I have no scarf at all until I am finished.
