I finished my scarf.

Definitely one in the eye for Bobby. Also for my mom, who laughed just a little too much when I told her I'd had to teach some people to knit.

It is true, of course, that I am probably the only person on this planet who has had to repeatedly pull out sections of a scarf knitted entirely in plain stitch because she'd screwed them up.

Nevertheless, I feel rather smug about having completed it.

The girls are both begging me to knit them scarves too; I think I probably will. I found that I really enjoyed the knitting process (once I'd got the hang of it again). It's quite soothing, to knit a bit once the dishes are done and the kids are in bed. And living here, scarves - the preserve of the can't-really-knit knitter - actually come in handy.

Though Bobby says I remind him of Madame Defarge when I knit. Note to self : must get guillotine serviced.