Some of ya'll were right to point out that I had the wrong idea about the origins of the My So-Called Scarf from Sheep in the City. I dearly apologize for spreading mis-information and coming across as snarky, jerky, sour grapesy.
What makes it worse, is that I had read the paragraph about the origins of the scarf at some point in the past, but it didn't stick. When I went back the other day to look at Stacey's blurb, it was familiar. So I'm lazy and lame. I know from my days in editing that I should check my facts before I commit bytes to pages. I know from practicing compassion that I should pause before reacting to a perceived injustice. Things are more often not what they seem at first.
And to be fair to myself, I wasn't angry or annoyed that someone would pass off a stitch pattern as a pattern pattern. I just didn't think about what I was writing at all. Part of my own personal yoga/Buddhist practice is to cultivate mindfulness, that is total awareness of my behavior in the here and now. Clearly, this is something to practice over a lifetime.
I'm reminded by my own actions how easily it is to inadvertently and without malice spread ill will. I hope that the next time I feel wronged by someone else, I will remember my own faults and short comings and approach that situation with the compassion that I hope ya'll will give to me.
The Truth Will Set You Free
So, had I re-read Stacey's blog before I wrote my post about the so-called finished object, I'd have told you that she received the pattern for the scarf in a kit. She received so many compliments about the scarf, that she rang the shop that sold her the kit asking if she could distribute the pattern. They admitted it was just a stitch pattern they pulled from a book, so no worries about posting the pattern on her blog.
Had I been mindful, I'd have only said "Voila! The stitch pattern is the woven rattan stitch. Now we know."
Now I know.