I started as a tidy skein in rural Vermont. I lived my early days there, in a shop, with others of my clan.
If I’m honest, though, I thought I was special. I was silk and wool and soft. I felt pretty.
Then, one day, a lady came and chose me. It was very exciting but I was nervous—what did she want me for? What would become of me?
I left my sisters and brothers and went home with her. She stuffed me in a big plastic bin with others I did not recognize and she left me there, in the dark, for a long time. I was sad and lonely.
Then, one day, she came and got me! I was so excited to be out of the box and chosen!
I did not know what was coming. I did not know there were things worse than being sad and lonely.
She left me out on the counter. She told me she wanted to ponder my future. She forgot about me.
Her kitten found me. It was obsessed with me and would not leave me alone. Its claws tore at my neatly-wound perfection. Its tiny teeth nipped me into bits. I was a mess, physically and emotionally.
I thought that was the end for me. Who would ever want me now?
But then one day the lady came back. She felt bad about what had happened and she said she still thought I was beautiful.
She spent hours with me. I tried to make it easy on her but, the truth is, I was all tied up in knots. I couldn’t help it.
She was gentle, she was kind. She did use shocking language occasionally but I just closed my ears. I could tell she was going to make me whole again so I could forgive her foul mouth.
And then that kitten came back!! Oh, no! Oh NO!
But the nice lady made the kitten go away—she shut it on the porch!
Haha, kitten! I win!
Eventually we worked it out. I relaxed and she untangled me. I was wound into a big, neat, and tidy ball and was myself again.
Except for those little pieces of me that had been broken.
The lady wound me into long threads on a board and then put me in a loom. She used my broken pieces, too!
My colors looked prettier than they ever had before!
She added some other colors, just a little to make me sparkle, she said, and she wove other threads into me. They’re a part of me now.
I used to be a ball of yarn—pretty, but of no real use in that form. Then I was a tangled mess, not even pretty anymore.
But now I’m a piece of fabric! I’m an actual scarf! My life has meaning!
The lady says she loves me and I wrap myself around her throat and promise to keep her warm and make her pretty, too.
Because I feel pretty. Oh, so pretty . . .