One might think, looking into my closet, that I have one cold neck. I have scarves in so many colors, shapes, lengths and materials it's almost ridiculous. Fleece, yarn, cotton, wool - all are welcome in my scarf collection.
I actually wear them. As it happens, I DO have a cold neck. I have a cold everything, for that matter. Autumn, winter and spring can be a little chilly and unpredictable here, so I have to bundle and layer.
I love yarn and all things made from it, but I'm too heavy-handed when it comes to working with it. I want to pull everything tight. Really tight. Lucky for me, I discovered knitting looms a few years ago. It's my knitting crutch.
You may remember my neckwarmer fail from last spring, as modeled by my dog, Max.
I loved this yarn, and since this project didn’t work out I decided to try again. This time, I thought I’d go with a regular scarf. This poor yarn has been through so much – I just wanted it to turn out right.
I started the scarf, then put it away for the summer. I got it back out late fall to finish it. By then, infinity scarves were everywhere, so the gears started turning, trying to figure out how I could make this project into one. I had, what I thought at the time, was the brilliant idea to cast off through the loops of the opposite end so they would be attached when I was done. You may have already realized my mistake. I didn’t.
I spent about an hour and a half feeding my crochet hook through both ends, slowly removing the entire thing from the loom. I was completely done and tried to drop the loom in my lap before I discovered this.
How did I not notice that?!?!?
Unless I wanted to wear the loom around my neck too, I had messed up yet another project from this yarn. I laughed really hard for way too long before I gave a thought to what I would do about it. My husband came to my rescue and actually cut the loom and screwed it back together. At that point, the scarf was more valuable to me than the loom.
The good news is, I LOVE my infinity scarf. The loom is currently being used by my daughter, who hopefully has better yarn genes than her mother.