I call her my stoner neighbor because she's on a million prescription drugs for a chronic kidney condition, plus she's a regular user if medicinal marijuana. Her neighbor in the four-flat, on the other hand, is just a stoner. He's a least quieter than the alcoholic dad and his hoarder wife in the third unit though, and none of them are anywhere near as bad as the junkies in the fourth unit. I'm tellin' ya, it's the House of Crazy.
I was going to take the yarn to guild and donate it, but really, there were just little knots of yarn, enough for a few stripes, but not enough of any color for any single project.
I had just cast off two Civil War projects and didn't want to do anything on fingering weight for awhile or anything that required decoding a nineteenth-century pattern.
I decided to do the multi-directional diagonal scarf and I have to say, I'm pretty happy.
To keep it from being too crazy, I alternated striped sections with solid triangles. I knit and knit and knit and knit, totally forgetting to pay attention to how big the damn thing was getting. I only stopped when I ran out of yarn.
That's my neighbor's kitchen floor and I think those are either 6" or 8" tiles. Clearly I headed into Dr. Who territory with this scarf. It's at least 11 feet long.
I know it's a pretty funky, crazy project, but given that it's for my neighbor, I think it's just about right.