I was a hard-core knitter just when it was fashionable to be so, starting around 2004 and tapering off around 2007. I suppose, to be truthful, that I can’t tell if the knitting fad has truly died in favor of patchwork and quilting and crocheting, or if I just began to like those crafts better. Anyway, I hadn’t knitted a thing since I finished Sparks’ socks last Fall.
It feels sort of nice to knit. It certainly feels nice to be using fingering-weight merino instead of worsted-weight acrylic. It’s fun to be using variegated yarn (by the way, I have NO IDEA what that yarn is. It’s tightly twisted merino, thicker than Lorna’s Laces but thinner than Socks That Rock. Does anyone have any ideas?). It is not fun to drop stitches and mis-count and have to pick back through all those increases and decreases. It’s certainly a lot less fun to cast on 72 stitches than it is to chain 72 stitches.
But I’m doing it, to satisfy my little autumn-dreaming. Maybe I’ll even have this scarf done by the time it’s cold enough to wear it.