While in Victoria, Ky taught me to knit. I realize this enters me in the trifecta of old lady-ness: knitting, cross stitching, and joint pain, but see if I care. I liked it. It was relaxing and gave me something to do while watching TV that wasn't eating.
I worked on the scarf every minute I wasn't doing something else. And now, a week later, I am finished. It is a really long scarf that hangs down to my waist when I wrap it around my neck. It's soft and Alpaca and teal. Although, in the picture it looks blue. Trust me. It's teal.
The bow is where I ran out of material and had to start another roll. I am likely going to weave the bow in, but for now, I like it.
And for all those who couldn't give a monkey's bare bum about knitting, a picture of Monty. He missed me very much for those 8 days I was gone and hopes I never go away again. I won't. For two more weeks. Sorry, dude.
For those who like neither knitting nor puppies, I have nothing for you. And you have no soul. FYI.