My dentist’s assistant asked me if I’d be able to tolerate a minute with trays of impression material in my mouth. I told her I would view it as I did labor, it’s only 60 seconds of my life. Actually labor was 10 to 21 hours of my life depending upon which instance, but that’s not much compared to a lifetime. The woman looked at me like I had two heads, incredulous that I’d compare a visit to the dentist with labor. I reminded her that I’m the sick puppy who once said I go to the dentist for peace and quiet. Looking back, my life at that time must have been mayhem.
This is my second Landscape Scarf, made with the Mountain Colors mill ends of my last post. I thought I’d be smart and make it a little larger than the pattern’s instructions. I thought that I had memorized the rhythm of the pattern and no longer needed to refer to it. And I thought I could get by without counting stitches each row. I thought wrong. Cousin Lena observed that I’ve spent as much time on this scarf as I spent on her entire shawl. It’s only a couple of hours of my life.

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