Do you ever look at your spot in a book and feel mournful, because you know it will end at some point? I'm doing that right now, and I'm only about a fifth of the way through the book. That's the sad part about good books, their finiteness. I think the same thing when my sister and I go to Panera. I get a hot chocolate and an asiago cheese bagel with cream cheese, and I eat it, and then it's over. (I'm mourning Panera... that's pretty pathetic.)
Here's the base of the Sleepyhead scarf. I'm going to add ribbons and strips of material and possibly tinkly little bells. The yarn is silver and off-white, and it's made entirely from recycled pop bottles.