One Plus Six.

In all, it took an entire year to complete.  I bought the yarn last year for a project that had I read a bit closer I would've realized it would not work for.  So it sat.  An entire year staring at me waiting to be, what?  Truth be told, the yarn was ready.   A scarf, a hat or dog blanket for all it cared, I was the one that needed time.  Time to understand how to alter the chosen pattern to fit the amount I had.  Time to read enough into the pattern to know not to follow the size recommendations.  Time to trust in my own capabilities, knowing that honestly, what is the worst that can happen if I run out of yarn?  Country's will not collapse.  Banking systems will not freeze their accounts.  In the end it's yarn.  I can re-wind with the best of them.  Screw it up?  Rip it out and begin again.  Of course none of that happened.  It's oddly, perfect.  No wonky lace under the left shoulder blade, no un-aligned ribbing graces the waist.  One year in the basement, 6 days on needles.  Patience rewards yet again.  Now this next project just might be on needles for a year or so it would seem.  Teeny-tiny stitches in my current work in progress, for a teeny-tiny person which himself is a work in progress.  I pray I beat him to completion.