I was working in Glasgow last week and lost my Noro scarf and felt I needed to share the tragedy with some understandees. I dropped it in the hotel on the way back to my room and it never made it's way to lost property - nor did the lady at front desk understand my state over the loss of a sarf. You see, it was the first thing I made for myself...with Noro wool I bought in America before it was available over here...it had kept me an Al company on the long drive from Orkney to London...had seen the sites of Venice with us.
It made me ponder how attached we get to what we knit - and I'm contemplating knitting another one - but it won't be the same. Let's hope whoever took a liking to it REALLY loves it as much as I did.