In Which the Pirate Does Not Spin.

Two days in a row, I’ve come home from work and been sucked into the glory that is the Stripey Striped Scarf. “Just a few rows,” I tell myself, “to see what the next colors will be. Just a few more rows before dinner.” Right now, pale pink is playing off of a beautiful fresh green. Was it coincidence that tonight’s dinner was salmon and sugar snap peas? Perhaps not.