I never thought knitting was my thing. The last time I tried, I was 12. I had one skein of rainbow-colored yarn and wanted to make a scarf for my grandmother. Unfortunately, the yarn and my attention span wore out fast. At Christmas, I gave my grandmother a scarf which was maybe 8 inches long and barely wrapped around her neck once. I didn’t think I would ever knit again.

Now I’m back, and I’ve set a quota of 10-15 rows a day. I think I might actually be on track to finish up 3 scarves by Christmas. They certainly aren’t fancy (no tricky patterns or alternating stitches), but I’m on a mission to find the perfect colors for my friends (and sister!).

I think Melissa will like her furry pink scarf. When I hold it up in front of the mirror, I feel a little Sparkly. I hope that’s a good sign.