A scarf...of sorts

Whilst waiting for my newest baby to be born, I had this ludicrous feeling that she wouldn't come until I had finished my tapestry. Well, I finished it a little before 'The Due Date'. Nothing happened. So I did the only sensible thing. I started another project, one that was significantly less time consuming to complete. After all, the tapestry had taken all pregnancy what with one thing and another. So I visited my Mums local wool emporium, got some 7mm's and a ball of wool and set about knitting a gloriously coloured yet simple scarf for my lovely girl.

This plan had the desired effect. Before I was half way through the ball I found myself pacing down a muddy path, chivvying a wellied child to hurry through the lovely muddy puddles as Mummy thought it might be time to admit that this was no longer 'early labour'. Needless to say from that day on the scarf had remained unfinished!

Of course now it is nearly too late for it to be of any use I had the small, precious, window of time needed to finish it! As you can see, I am an absolute novice. I am left handed and although I was taught to knit as a child I was simply taught to mirror right handed knitting. Hopeless if I ever get good enough to read an actual pattern. So I was kindly taken in hand last year on a one day knitting course. It was a revelation and now I have been practising Continental knitting.

As you can absolutely see, I have a long way to go, I have no natural aptitude whatsoever and my tension is appalling. But here is the thing. I loved doing it. For the sake of learning a new skill, for making something, but most of all knowing I was going to be giving something small with great love.

My daughter is extremely pleased with the result - which is not really a scarf after all but a declaration of love and care. We are all happy.