Fair is Fair

I have been working on the cursed scarf to the exclusion of other projects. I just decided that I did not really care that the ball bands were some huge joke. I decided that when they said that all three balls were the same color and dye lot they meant it in an artistic way, kind of like Picasso and his painting Nude Woman in a Necklace.

As artistic as this yarn is, I do not want it hanging around in my stash giving other balls of yarn ideas about how to drive me crazy about expressing themselves artistically, as recently it would be only a drive halfway down the block because not everyone appreciates art the way I do.

As artistic as this yarn is, I do not want it hanging around in my stash giving other balls of yarn ideas about how to drive me crazy about expressing themselves artistically, as recently it would be only a drive halfway down the block because not everyone appreciates art the way I do.

Sometimes all you can do is embrace the dysfunction – whatever that may be. This works in knitting as well as relationships, especially family relationships. As much as I think that this particular scarf is cursed, it doesn’t mean that that I hate the scarf, nor does it mean I haven’t enjoyed working on the scarf. What it does mean is that this scarf requires a special kind of love.

Which leads me to the following observation, my relationship with this scarf is a lot like my relationship with my extended family. It makes life difficult as a writer sometimes because the desire to self-censor is great. While people love reading about the foibles and dysfunction of others, they rarely like to read the same about themselves. After thinking long and hard about this fact, I have decided fair is fair.