Honestly, that is not a word that I'd use to describe myself. I'm not the adventurous one, my best friend Barbara is. And Jeff. And my kids. My Uncle Phil. My Grandmother. But not me. I'm the one who stays home, plays it safe, has no desire to get very far out of my comfort zone...you'll never find me parachuting out of an airplane, applying to be on Survivor (although I love to watch that show), or eating strange and exotic foods.
And yet, someone who I've only had limited interaction with came to the conclusion that I am adventurous. Am I? I didn't think so...but four years ago, I never would have thought that I'd have such experiences as jumping fire, climbing a cargo net, running and swimming for exercise (exercise, ha!), or meeting strangers from the internet (Hi Kelly! Hi Debby! Hi Janell!). I guess I've come out of my shell a bit since I lost weight - and I apparently, along with that weight, I've shed a little of my inhibitions. I'm poking fun at myself a bit with the adventures in knitting, because really...except for a tiny callous on my index finger, it's not like it's dangerous. However, I think it's a symbol of some of the many new things I've been willing to try, and I have to credit that to the overall, ongoing transformation that started when I began to leave the old, heavier me behind. Who knew weight loss would affect my life in so many ways? It's not just health, it's everything.
And now, here are my "adventurous" scarves:
This is my practice piece to get accustomed to this pattern - you double wrap the stitches on one row to get the elongated look.
And this is the real deal, knitted with a ribbon yarn, which is a bit slippery and tricky to hold onto, but I love how it's turning out!