A scarf in two nights, again? Check! I know, I waxed poetic about the
whole notion of knitting what projects-as-results I wanted… and then I
went and knitted a garter stitch scarf because my brain and my hands
craved garter stitch. Garter stitch garter stitch garter stitch.
Garter stitch.
I love that there’s no caston row or bindoff row. Just one stitch to
begin with and one to end with. And after a bit, knowing which row was
the plain row and which was the slightly tangy row? Easy!
Garter stitch garter stitch garter stitch.
Gramma figured out the gimmick quickly and was impressed that it wasn’t
a regular horizional or vertical stitch.
The yarn was super-novelty but I never snagged it or split the two
plies, which was a minor miracle, if you ask me. Love it! It was fun to
knit and fun to admire and both boys tried to sleep on it.
