I knit like a mother.

My mother says it's painful to watch me knit. This, while not encouraging, is true.
She knits without looking, and the needles sound like a machine-gun.
I knit slowly, with much cursing, and my tongue poking out of the side of my mouth. I drop stitches, and make up new ones. I get bored very easily.

So, about 3 years ago, I started knitting the Princess a scarf. "HA!" I thought. "This will be easy! Big needles, thick fluffy wool, plus it's - you know - a scarf. Knit 12, repeat. Pieca-cake."

Note I said 3 YEARS ago.

You see, I started well. I got a few inches done quickly, and while I wasn't looking, Handsome Son found the needles and thought they would make great swords, and pulled them both clean out.
I unravelled and started again.
This happened a couple of times, till I trained myself to put the knitting properly away.
You know that old saying 'out of sight, out of mind'? Yeah.

So last night I took it out and knitted up almost an entire ball of wool while watching Bones.
True, there is a wonky bit where I discovered I had 13 stitches and had to knit 2 together so one edge has a small dewlap, but at least it looks like a scarf now and Handsome Son no longer needs to make swords from my needles, so there is a small chance The Princess will actually get her scarf before she leaves home.
She better freakin wear it every chance she gets.

PS I started knitting it last night so I could cross it off my TO DO list on the side there -- and realised just now that it isn't even on the list. Sigh.