It happened again. Yarn sale. Danger mouse.
Feeling a touch nostalgic for my early days of knitting after reminiscing on that a bit yesterday. As a result, I give you the "Maya Angelou" scarf. My first knitwear!
This little guy took forever. Many a delightful cup of coffee was consumed during the half a year or so of caffeine fueled chats it took to finish the Maya Angelou. And now, for fun, an anecdote about how it came to be known as such. An out of town friend came to stay with me and made the unexpected decision to go cross country skiing with another friend of ours. Having not planned for this, she had not brought the appropriate winter wear for the adventure. She searched around my place a bit, in hopes of finding some winter gear, only to discover the Maya Angelou. Deciding that would suffice, she set off to commune with the out of doors. After enjoying the brisk South Dakota air for some time, it became evident that her ears were in greater need of some knitted comfort than her neck. Thus, the Maya Angelou was worn like this and received its moniker:
Classy, no?
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