Unlike a book, where you can pick it up and open it to wherever you left off and just go on reading, picking up a knitting project that you haven't touched in so long that you don't recognize the poor thing is a little difficult. Fletching is made from 10 repeats of a 32 row pattern, and if you didn't mark what row you were on, say, last August, it's a little tricky to get back into.

I really love it, though. I mean, LOVE. Like, I may wear it to bed the day that I finish it. I have plans for another in a brick red color (and a different pattern.)

When I picked it up again it reminded me of the Japanese Festival and sumo wrestlers. Why? You know why. Because that's what was around me the last time I had it out. And it reminds me of the moment when I realized that the cup holder in the arm of my folding chair is the perfect size to hold a ball of Cotolino. This is only exciting to knitters, yes, but if you've ever chased a ball across grass in a crowd of a few hundred people, then you realize my joy in not having done just that. Now it also reminds me of meeting Anna and seeing the Yarn Harlot in person. I wonder what else it will remind me of before it's finished.