On to other things: I’m not a knitter. I can’t crochet. I must seriously be a shame to my family on this point given all of the beautiful doilies that my Mom’s mom made during her life and how my Czech great-grandma could make lace the real way by hand (she also made me an entire crocheted bedspread when I was little too complete with big yellow crocheted roses–amazing). My Grandma tried to teach me–I couldn’t get everything nice and even and like most things that I don’t automatically take to (like sports) I gave up. I really have come to terms with this. I don’t think I could handle having bits of yarn all over anyhow as I (unlike my son, whom I strongly suspect is part cat) am neither fascinated nor inspired by bits of string.
But it’s getting cold here and my beloved turquoise wool scarf is showing some age these days! But wait…I have fabric scraps and I remember seeing a friend in Bible study with a quilted scarf and I thought–that’s so cute and perfect! So I cut wee 3″ by whatever length scraps from my stash, joined them with 1/4″ seams, pressed them, cut some flannel 2.5″ wide by the length of the scarf, basted some polar fleece scraps that were 2″ wide to the flannel, basted the flannel/fleece to the patchwork, cut a back, put right sides together, stitched around 3 sides and turned the whole thing, pressed it, stitched up the open end, and hand quilted it with bright pink and yellow embroidery floss. Whew. My neck is warmer. And my son has a new toy to fascinate him while we’re out and about.