My adventure to Kentucky went off without a hitch. I attended the beautiful wedding of my sorority sister and survived two flights on some of the smallest commercial planes I've ever seen. We actually entered them from the Tarmac which for us city folks is just not something you do. I was on the Tarmac at JFK. Just saying it makes me feel like I've accomplished something off my bucket list, (you know, the one I don't have and if I did would never involve anything to do with a damn aireal vessel of death) So anyway, yeah I did that.
In my packing the night before, I came across a scarf that I had started I guess last year when my mother had given me a groupon for knitting lessons. It was somewhere around 34th street and I remember the teacher was not the nicest person. While impressed with my homespun yarn, she seemed somewhat frustrated with the fact that I seem to switch off between English and American methods. I was not aware I did this but was told sternly to "Pick a side!" So I started the scarf in the class using some of my own wool and some store bought, took it home and ignored it.




It was a lucky rediscovery right before this trip. Knitting forces you to concentrate and focus which was awesome for my anxiety while I sat in the airport crying during a panic attack. It really helped. The second reason was, I had already fucked this scarf up. I have no idea what stitch I started out in or quite frankly what stitch I'm doing now so I'm not worried about messing it up. I'm over it, it's going to look crazy and hopefully still cool so whatever. So I took the scarf and my knitting problems answer book and I've been screwing around. I've named this project, "The rediculous scarf" or "The scarf of insanity" I'm still working on a title but it will have one. It's liberating for me since I'm always so afraid of screwing projects up and now I have one that I can't screw up. It just is.


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