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Today was the last day at work for my old boss, the best boss I’ve ever had. Staff reduction. Not pleased. Not many bosses would allow one to go into his office and vent for a half an hour.

I did, after much effort, finally finish the scarf as a going-away present.

He liked the scarf, but it, once again, was too, too long. Scarves grow when I wash them. After this, my hands feel arthritic—and they may well be, what with all those “through-the-back-loop” stitches. It’s not my best pattern. It curls at the edges, it will never truly lie flat, and the color repeat came to just under three panels per ball of yarn.

The balls, however, may have been short and I’m a tad annoyed with Debbie Bliss cashmerino aran®. The one ball I weighed was 8% underweight, 46g instead of the 50g marked. It is possible I would not have had to even buy that ball if the first had been full weight. But that’s speculation. What was almost as annoying was the odd undertwisted bits in the yarn where some fuzz lump made it into the strand and the the yarn momentarily became bulky instead of aran. Still I like the yarn. I’d just like to receive the full 50g mentioned on the label.

One more complaint. The maker of some cheapo yarn I bought last year—one of those highly scorned brands—clearly and helpfully marks both the inside end and the outside end of its skeins. It would be really nice if Debbie Bliss® did this as well so I wouldn’t have to fish half the innards of the ball out to find the end. I had the same issue with Rowan cotton chenille and it looked like some mauve brain exploded on my worktable.

Really I’m just p—ssed I lost my boss. The new boss is fine, but it’s not the same.