Alas! I finished my magic scarf, and found it is not magic after all!
So I took it to the friend who gave me the pattern and said, “What am I doing wrong?” And she said, “Nothing. You do this.” And she took a row and worked it apart. Then the she took another row and worked it apart. I said, “That is Not Like Magic at all! That is Like Work!” And she said, “Why do you think I give it to who I’m giving it to and let them do it?”
So my magic scarf is a sad scarf. Actually, it’s an ex-scarf, because I took it back to Mom, who improved each shining hour by unraveling it and rolling it back into a ball so I can try something else with it. Waste not, want not.
Speaking of which, I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today about a leftover sweet potato, and what became of it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character is sadly disappointed. It needn’t be by a scarf.