Elegy on a scarf
Once upon a time, a girl bought some beautiful steel grey alpaca yarn at The Yarn Tree on Bedford. And from it, she made a fantastic cable-knit hat. Which she lost on an airplane. Then, to console herself, she made a matching shorty cable knit scarf with a cloth covered turquoise button that her boyfriend bought for her. This scarf was the best thing she ever knitted. People complimented her on it constantly, expressed amazement when they discovered she made it herself. She was in love. She tried to get more of the grey alpaca wool to make another matching hat, but found out it was discontinued. This only intensified her bond to the scarf.
Then, one terrible day, it was gone. It was torn brutally from her life at a high school where the girl was visiting for work. (okay, not that brutally, since she just left it in the office, but still)
This weekend, the girl tried to recreate another shorty scarf. It was so ugly that it’s picture won’t grace this blog and it will promptly be unraveled. This only served to remind her how much she loved the first scarf.
The scarf is greatly missed. Not a chilly New York day goes by that she doesn’t think fondly of the scarf and bitterly of her loss. These photos are the only evidence of the scarf that exist in her new, empty world.
Farewell fond scarf! May the high school student who found you in the Principal’s office appreciate your loveliness.
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you look pretty. scarf looks pretty too, but faces are forever. well, not forever, but, you its unlikely you’ll forget it somewhere. that would be weird though. especially if you bumped into the person who found it.
i even miss that scarf now, and i never ever saw it. but i can see that it was well loved and maybe it is still.