The Shock of NOT Knitting a Sock

I don't knit sweaters,
I don't knit hats.
I don't knit scarves or things like that.
I knit socks.

So when I bought a chunky alpaca yarn and size 19 needles for a 15 stitch wide cartridge rib scarf, I had no idea what to expect. I needed a gift in a hurry.

HA! Two and a half hours and it was done.

I felt cheated, though, like I'd had a meaningless affair. I didn't get to k-n-o-w the yarn, it's every quirk and twist. We didn't spend hours and hours and hours together, gazing at one another. I didn't make plans or dream with it. We got down and dirty and got the thing done.

And guess what? We're getting married! I'm keeping it. It was such a clever feat to finish so quickly, it came out so lofty and lovely that I may have to change my mind about affairs. (HA again.)