Well, in August I moved to Austin, started some amazing classes, started dating an (I thought) amazing boyfriend, and had a great first couple months. The BF and I had some rather jarring ups and downs toward the end of the year, but I got A’s in all my classes. Besides some frustrating health problems (apparently, in addition to not being able to eat gluten, I cannot eat anything without vomiting, getting really dizzy, and experiencing general pain throughout my whole GI tract), it was a good semester.

Over break I experimented a bit with double-knitting and made a scarf for the BF.

It was stash yarn I’d gotten in Massachusetts, some very soft alpaca, and I didn’t have enough for a full-length scarf, so I got two skeins of a different yarn in pretty similar colors and then switched the stripes. I thought it was a neat effect.

I really like the vertical stripes.

The BF was ecstatic upon receiving this scarf; his whole family thought it was amazing, and he wore it everywhere. He gushed things like, "I really hoped you’d make something for me, but you always say that you don’t finish anything, and I was afraid to ask you because I thought you wouldn’t want to make me anything. This is the coolest gift I’ve ever gotten!" etc, etc.

On January 15th, though, I got a call from his ex-girlfriend’s roommate, telling me that the BF had been cheating with his ex-girlfriend since…well, the entire time we were dating. 

He still has the scarf. He’s still saying he loves me and he can change, too, but I stopped listening to that BS a month ago.