Branching Out is no longer on my needles. I tried to do another repeat, wound up with the wrong number of stitches, tinked back two rows and still couldn't find the mistake. Since I wasn't loving the yarn or the way it felt, and probably never would have worn the scarf if I finished it, I unraveled the whole thing and have new plans to see what happens when you mix food coloring and alpaca and try to knit it into bookmarks. A more reasonable knitter might've tried a bit harder to salvage it, but a more reasonable knitter would've been sure to pick yarn she loved instead of picking the stuff that had been sitting in plain sight the longest.