I'm starting a new job next week, the schedule is crazy, and it's taken me a week to manage to knit a freakin' size 3-month stockinette baby cardigan, and dude's asking me - 17 days before the event - what I'm knitting for Rhinebeck.
I just stared up at him in astonishment, my eyes conveying a subtle "Are you sh**tting me???" message.
"Just the scarf then, eh?", he stammered.
Happy Knitting, Everyone!