My daughter has been wanting a ruffle scarf since the very first one I made. Yet, for some reason I kept knitting her other scarves. In hindsight, I think we are both somewhat mystified by this perverse reaction on my part. I have no defense.
So, in keeping with the fine tradition of my forefathers. Er, foremothers. Er, mother. Where was I? Oh, yes – in keeping with the fine Christmas tradition of giving a half-completed knitting project as a gift, I made my daughter a ruffle scarf. At last. And the important part is that it was finished before the end of Christmas Day, Eastern Standard Time. Actually, the important part is that my daughter appears to LOVE it. Score one for mom, only a year and a half late.