I’ve been working on this sweater since I don’t know when. I began it long ago and let it hibernate. Then this year decided I want to wear this, this winter, so pushed on ahead and from the end of November until now worked on this a little every day. I finished it last night.
Not only is it beautiful (not because of me or my knitting, but because of the Alice Starmore pattern), and not only is that blue breathtaking, but it’s warm. Very good for our New England winters.
And here I thought I’d not finish before the winter was out. Silly me…
I do this every year. In the summer, when it’s sweltering, I swear I’ll never complain about winter weather again; and in the winter, when it’s so cold I can’t feel my fingers, I swear I’ll never complain about summer’s heat. Today is one of those days.
On this fine third day of the year it’s up to 6°, with a windchill below you don’t want to know. (These are the days that we hand knit sweaters and socks for. Not to mention hats, scarves, and mitts. Those of you who knit, understand.) We didn’t get the ten or so inches of snow as predicted, only three or four, even with the wind blowing everything around. Still, it’s not as bad as predicted, snow-wise.
On a sweet note, an amaryllis bulb one of my students sent me for Christmas showed a green tip pushing up on New Year’s Day. (Hi, Jennifer!) A lovely way to mark the new year.
Must go put another sweater on…