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Knitting last night on the scarf (Scarf IV) that I had intended to send to my brother, after adding a foot or so of creamy white to the three feet or more of charcoal black in a chunky brioche (going for asymmetry), I looked at said scarf in my lap and thought, This is just too Gay.

It’s a bit too Cruella de Vil for a straight guy in Bend OR. It would work in New York or Boston or maybe even Chicago, but anywhere else I’m afraid it would look like it’s headed out to a piano bar to sing showtunes. Actually, I can see that in New York, too.

What now?