Scarves . . . T_T

I mentioned being "doubly elated" about having finished my scarf for the Ravelympics. I am. Really.

You see, despite their being the traditional "first project" for new knitters, they represent for me almost a sort of knitting-as-punishment: I'll teach you to want a pretty scarf that isn't from the store - you sit here and knit the same few stitches over and over for more than your own height! Until you want to scream and yell at people. Until you start trying to convince yourself that four feet is a good length. Until you have learned your lesson, you little scarf-wanting tart!

Boo.

I will say, however, that scarves may be something I can do over long, long periods of time - as something to pick up when the fancy strikes, you know? When I've nothing else to do - knit a few stitches, then leave it alone. Like having a pair of simple socks on the needles for those irretrievable knitting moments snatched when no one is looking . . .

Someone suggested to me that I try knitting scarves the other way - the long way - she swears they go faster that way, and they don't require more than a few rows, hopefully a way to prevent too much boredom.
But I've been burned so many times . . . T_T . . . my first two projects (both gifts, if you can believe it) hurt my feelings because they were long and hard (and cruel and unusual . . .). I'm just so afraid to love again . . .