Sorry I listened

I just realized that last week was a very important anniversary for me: I've had my Ashford Traveler wheel for three years! :-) It was only two months before that, when I'd learned on a cd drop spindle. How time flies, and we grow.

One of the first finished projects I made on my wheel that I was proud of, was a single of Shetland lambs wool from a local friend's flock. It's black and so so so soft, and I couldn't wait to get a project on the needles for myself with it. It took a while to find just the right thing: the Branching Out Scarf.
I took my work-in-progress to the Wednesday knitting group, where it was oooh'd and aaah'd over.
Then, someone said it was too dark, and no one would see all the work I put into it.
Just what you want to hear, right?
Two days later, when I picked it up to knit more I looked at it, a third of the way finished

And frogged it.

Why do we listen to some people? I'm so mad at myself for undoing all that work, and listening to someone I don't even consider a friend. Shoot, why would even a real friend say that?

Well, now I'm ready to cast it on again. I've always loved that pattern and wanted a scarf out of my handspun yarn -- perfect fit. :-)

Here's what the scarf looked like before its untimely demise:

I'd temporarily blocked it on a sheet, to show the pattern. Sorry you can't feel how incredibly soft the yarn is.