the saga began on a cold february day, day one of the knitting olympics. i was ready, i was excited. I WAS DETERMINED!!!
i should have known better. allegations of drug use sullied my reputation. i prayed for miracles. and then i just gave up. i wasn't going to finish.
it was a disappointing day.
a couple of months later though, i was given the ok by the host, to join the knitting world cup. the GOOOAAAAALLLLLL was to finish the scarf by the end of the final.
the fans were great. so supportive. but even the roar of the crowd didn't help.
by the end of the tour de france, i still wasn't finished.
but i am now...
i have a lot to say about this horror show that was this project. but this post is long enough. i'll tell you about it next time.










