I remember the first time I saw you, sitting in my little section of my breezeway-converted-into-an-office at the college in New York where I wrote grants between dreaming over knitting patterns. I copied and pasted you and saved you as "French Scarf" and knew I had to have you. I tried with pink Silky Wool in 2005, but before I finished, I changed my style of knitting and my gauge got all kerplunky.
Here it is, five years later, and at last you and I are together forever. I lucked out on the yarn, I think. Neal said he believes you are the prettiest thing I've ever knit (prettier than the wedding shawl, even! Imagine!). Sure, you must be one of the most commonly knit patterns of all time (or at least recent memory), but there's a reason for that, isn't there, Clapotis? You've got that je n'ai sais quoi that makes a girl feel elegant in an instant.
I started you back in August, thinking that you'd be a quick knit, and for other knitters, I'm sure you are. Each night while in Vermont for my writing workshop, I'd knit a little bit, but then along came other distractions. You've forgiven me, right? I know you have. I sense that generosity of spirit I so admire in others in you. Right after holiday knitting was completed, though, you were first in my mind.
I will have to go a long way to find another who wins my heart this way. But, then, it was love at first sight back in 2004, wasn't it? Our time has finally arrived.
With devotion and love,
B.
