It is drizzling today, the near cousin of fog. I don’t know how people survive in England or Seattle. (No offense. I like those places. I love Seattle, would move there in a heartbeat, except for the drizzle.) I was born for sunny weather, I’m afraid . . . but then not too sunny. Not Los Angeles sunny. I like seasons. And being winter and not snow country, drizzle is what we are having today, so be it.
And if it weren’t for winter, in any form, I wouldn’t need for scarves and I love them, so hush to me. I made a very Springy little-girl scarf last night. The color says simply Kaleidescope–a swirl of lemon yellow and pastel green. It’s a narrow 3-ply acrylic, nothing fancy, as children are apt to drag scarves along the ground, through the dirt. Mom doesn’t have time for hand wash. Just toss it in the washing with socks and such. Then I made little crochet flowers that hang along the ends instead of fringe. I’d show you, but I’m w/o camera at the moment.
Every time I move to buy a camera, something else swoops in on the funds. This time–as often–it was my jeep, something with the clutch. The mechanic detailed it out for me, but all I heard was the price. Sigh.
And yet, I will not be deterred from tramping out and buying yarn today. I can’t not have yarn. (yes, a double negative. I am w/o coffee too. One really shouldn’t write w/o coffee…)
All right, shower, coffee, yarn, library. Back later, d.