Her first measure in preparation for a speedy return to form, was to amass an offensive collection of scarves. She would knit them herself in an effort to cultivate discipline, to be utilized later on a new collection of lovers. Collections of several varieties would be her focus from now one. One of a kind no longer appealed, and if the urge ever crept back into her mind she’d make sure to be far away from him.

Fish bowl eyes fueled by two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, she stared woozy in the mirror and muttered aloud the first four colors of her future scarves: Searing Stripper Red, Gold Sparkle, Burnt Sienna Orange, 80s Eye Shadow Blue. The money she normally set aside for record shopping at the end of the month would go to yarn and a sewing kit, and maybe an instructional guide. But then it sounded like a better idea to sew without an idea and allow the eventual shape of the scarves to do some extra offending.