Mom had bought this chenille yarn in Minnesota last year and then ended up giving it to me because she didn't like the colors. Since then Mom has given me all her knitting stuff because she's decided that weaving is her poison of choice. Anyway, I casted on three stitches with this bad boy, kept adding on two stitches every other row until I got to 43 stitches and then decreased in the same pattern. I'm wearing it today but Ed wears it better.