Knitting for Spite

Yes, you read correctly. I am dusting my needles and beginning to knit again, and it is for spite.

You may think you are experiencing deja-vu, but be not alarmed. I have used this mohair/poly yarn before to make this scarf.

It was a present for my mother. Why am i knitting the same scarf twice? I will save you the ridiculous details and tell you the condensed version, which is that basically one of my mother's nitwit acquaintances stole my mother's scarf, used it, then returned it to her AFTER SHE WASHED IT. Not a little handscrubbing under the cold tap either. I could tell from the way it looked that this was a full-on cycle in the hot washer.

Mohair, folks. Mohair. I know you can feel my pain.

Essentially the scarf was felted/fulled, flat as a pancake and lifeless, and of course extremely shrunken.

To top it all off, my mother has a hangup about confrontations and anger, so she has buried any anger and resentment towards this nutty scarf-stealing woman. I was livid at the whole situation and reconsidered ever making anything for her again. But, of course I will, cuz after all, she is my mother. To remedy the situation, I feel I must make her another one, same style. Fortunately we had purchased 2 skeins of this yarn and I used only 1 before.

Once I give her the replacement, I think I will recycle the other one into something, if I can. It is neither happy, nor practical right now as a scarf.