This was my clapotis before I left to go to Williamsburg. It was with me on the 9 hour drive there, I carried it with me nearly every day, worked on it in the hotel during conversations, and worked on it on the drive home. Since I got back it has been to class, and I’m not decreasing toward the end. I can see the addictive power of this scarf, but I don’t know that its a pattern I could make over and over.
Since getting back I’ve been catching up on classes, spending time with the people I missed, and trying to get caught up on combing and spinning. Not much else.