my hand-knit scarf
I love happy endings (in movies, not massages). They make all the struggle and strife seem worth it. Every time, the hero or heroine starts out wimpy and picked on, then goes through some hellish bootcamp for life and comes out kicking ass and doing a victory fist-bump to the air. When life is like that movie, I'm down.
Which is what knitting this scarf was like. Mostly the middle of the movie hellish part. Trials and tribulations, frustration and montage trainings, waxing-on, waxing-off . . . And it took an epically long time to knit – like an entire year. Plus, I swore that I would finish it before moving onto something else, so every other knitting project sat in a drawer, neglected and waiting. Bad plan.
But then something miraculous happened. Before I knew it, I was cutting yarn for the tassels, cleaning up the stray ends and finishing the scarf. Hallelujah! I'm no less than a knitting warrior. You can't see it, but I'm fist-bumping the air. I've earned my stripes and am ready to tackle the next project from the drawer. To be finished by next year . . .
Tell me about those times when you struggled through a project and didn't give up – I would love to hear the happy ending!