The Danica scarf was completed after a two-month break, so I decided to go ahead and give it to its intended receiver. The minute I saw this scarf on yarnboy's blog I thought it would make a nice gift for a very dear friend of mine. I knitted with him in mind, so giving it to anyone else (as I previously considered) wouldn't have been as rewarding or fair.
Not to mention the obvious similarities between the human and the tormented yarn. The colors are muted, yet distinctively pleasing to the eye. They have a pearly touch and can bear no conventional, clear-cut definition. The scarf is patterned; it has a logic; it clearly respects a set of instructions, yet every now and then it'll "surprise you, arms filled with lavender" (yeah, I mean the occassional purple patches). It can be a tricky and even hard-to-figure-out piece of knittery, but once you understand its logic and agree to its conventions it can become a second nature. One can go on knitting this scarf for a very long period of time without getting bored as it is both challenging and easy at the same time.
(pictures coming soon)
for now, here's how I perceive the scarf's new habitat and its new owner: