So my friend Misty put a bug in my ear the other day about getting into the Guinness Book of World Records for knitting the world's longest scarf and I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. After some online research, I found out that the longest knitted scarf EVER is something like 33 miles. My heart sank! I could never do that. But upon further investigation, I found out that it was knitted by hundreds of people and then sewn together. FILTHY CHEATERS! Fortunately, there is a separate category for longest scarf knitted by an individual: the record is a measley 3523 feet! That's only 2/3 of a mile, I could knit that in my sleep!

Ok, perhaps not in my sleep. But let's do some calculations here: I am 27, Let's say I wanted to finish this thing by the time I turn 35, that gives me 7.5 years, or about 2800 days. I would only need to knit 1.25 feet per day. Now THAT, I could do in my sleep. I am seriously thinking about trying this. If I wanted to make it into a 10 year project, I could even take weekends off.

There is the unfortunate possibility that it would all be for nothing if the guy who currently holds the record kept knitting. I wouldn't be able to catch up unless I kept going until he died... (Note to self: find out how old that guy is.) I read that he stopped knitting it in 2000, but what's to stop him from picking it back up again if he hears through the knitting grapevine that I'm trying to rob him of his glory? Adam says I'm nuts (and of course, he's 100% right)...but I waaaaant to! Those who know me would roll their eyes and say that this is such an appropriately ludicrous thing for me to do.

Should I do it? Would you all donate your end-of-ball scraps to me? Would the judge grant Adam a divorce due to my certifiable insanity and if so, would I lose half my scarf in the settlement?