What is it about my scarves and my sisters? About two years ago, a lace scarf I knitted for sister D went missing at a party. And although I had plenty of the wool and was strangely keen to knit the same scarf again to replace it, she just felt too sad about it to have the same one again. We've only recently settled on a replacement project, a lacy tam/beret, pattern yet to be picked. Any suggestions? I have some 4ply Polwarth from Tarndwarncoort put aside for it, but that's not locked in.
A couple of weeks ago, sister E accidentally left her little neckwarmer scarf in the change rooms at Target on a Friday night. She realised pretty quickly, and left several messages about it with staff and answering machines over the course of the weekend. She was so upset and annoyed at herself, and nearly gave me a heart attack with a solemn phone call of the "I have bad news" variety. I was worried it was something awful about one of the kids, so I actually laughed with relief when I heard what the problem was.
We were both surprised it didn't show up at Target, given that more or less the entire staff must have been aware of it. (Apparently when she went to the service desk and started to say, "I left something behind in the change rooms last week" the person there didn't even ask her name, she just said "I know, I got your messages!") So we can only conclude that someone took a liking to that one, too.
The replacement will probably be knit in an evening or two, and I've been able to find enough of the discontinued Cleckheaton Merino Spun floating around in my felting stash. Then I'll just need to find the perfect buttons.