So I’m starting over on an old knitting project. Again.

I’ve a number of older pieces that I have abandoned along the way. Hats. Socks. Intricately-patterned scarves…

This one, I believe, reigns supreme for how long it has waited for completion, how many times I’ve moved with it in partially-completed mode, and for the sheer number of times I’ve completely undone it and begun anew. And on something so utterly simple as a knit/purl scarf.

I’ll be honest, my brain had forgotten how to knit–oddly enough, my fingers knew the way, once begun–and had to look up how to cast on, how to knit, how to purl…

I’m 4 rows in as of this posting and so far, so good.

It’s a strange thing, this never-finished scarf. The material itself is a bit off. Very ‘late 90s M. K. thought this was super cool’. Why, yes, I began this scarf in high school. It is, I believe, the first of my uncompleted knitting projects. Which is how it has managed to move so many places and been re-started so often. This incomplete scarf predates my first relationship. My first move away from home. It has witnessed a series of jobs, cars, degrees, and other major life events.

I almost don’t want to finish it at this point.

But here I am.

Five skeins of project yarn, the color and texture of which would make even the Muppets’ Animal jealous of this phantom scarf, and many wasted hours. What else should I do but complete the dratted thing?

Of course, then I’ll have to wear it, this furry, orange, garish nightmare of a scarf that high-school M. K. thought would be really neat and autumnal once upon a time.

I’ll let you know how it turns out.

… if I finish it.