This is my scarf. I finished it Wednesday. A mere three years and ten months after I cast on. It is the definition of glacial speed. It is the embodiment of patience. It waits. It watches. It sits. I love it.
When I showed it off to Elder he took. A long hard look and said “but mummy, why have you left all those holes in it?” Clearly the attractions of lacework are lost on him.
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