The Making Of A Mangy Cat Hair Scarf Volume Dos

I'm not really Spanish, I only speak it poorly on the internets.
(also why is blogger forsaking me today)

So, after being rudely interrupted by demanding cats, giant bugs, and baseball size hail, I believe we should return to the very engaging story of the Mangy Cat Hair Scarf.

When we left off someone with a New Wool Winder may have wound an innocent skein of Paton's Divine in a wonton manner resulting in the plastification of all divine properties.

The shame.

That particular someone may have also been informed that there are enough damn dishcloths in the house thankyouverymuch. And despite once owning an industrial supply of kitchen cotton that someone may have run out mid-dishcloth.

I am not always known for taking subtle hints as 4 or 5 dishcloths were born following the time when I was informed of their abundance.

As we were heading out the door for the 4th of July weekend I realized that I did not have a project that was durable enough to endure poorly executed knitting while drunk near large bodies of water. There is no way wool would make it out full size.  In desperation I grabbed the ball of Patons, some big needles, and a plastic bag for portability and waterproofing on the way out.

The Mangy Cat Hair Scarf first debuted here in conjunction with an adult beverage of the strawberry margarita variety and large bodies of water. Poorly executed knitting skills were involved and a project was begun.

Every time we headed for the car (except when up north, only special yarn goes up north) I grabbed the ziploc and would knit a few rows while enjoying my passenger status. As the scarf grew and grew it became apparent that it wasn't getting any better looking as it was knit up.  In fact it was beginning to become rather ugly.

It was during this period, while driving down Larpentuer Avenue in St. Paul, Mr. Motorcycle commented that it looked mangy.  Mangy with cat hair in it.  And, this ugly, poorly executed, knitted item has been known as the Mangy Cat Hair Scarf ever since.

I completed the actual knitting of this scarf (read: finally ran out of yarn) last weekend and as I balled it up to stuff it back into my knitting bag I remarked that even though it's a little on the short side, maybe the Goodwill would want it.  For dramatic flair I unballed it, and wrapped it around my neck.  It is itchier than the itchiest ball of wool ever produced in the history of yarn.

As I yanked it from my neck horrified, Princess piped up from the back seat, "I'll wear it mama"
Such a sweet child. 

But if she thinks that I am going to take the time to weave the ends in on this thing so she can wear it every friggin day of the rest of her life and tell people that I made the ugly, itchy, plastic scarf she has lost her ever lovin' mind.

(blogger is a doo doo poopy head and wouldn't let me log in so this is via e-mail with photo's linked on flickr)