Shaun White, you magnificent thing. I love you, no matter what. I’ve got to get my hands on one of those patchworky Team USA snowboard coats. Want, want, want. Hey, people, how’s it going? I have been knitting so much my knuckles are totally killing me, and all of it--all of it--is gray, which is getting tedious as far as telling you about it goes. I feel like you must be sick of my gray phase; it isn’t much to look at, and there’s not much to report, either. It’s plain, it’s gray. Yup. The high levels of grayness do add to my potential for success, though, because I am pretty likely to wear it all when it’s done. Although, have you seen Lucy’s poncho? Dang. That is making me nuts, I love it so much.
I managed to sew something.
Sewing doesn’t happen much for me in the winter. I am kind of a hedonist, and it is just so warm and nice in the other room, beside the fire. If I close the doorway curtain, it gets so tropical and sultry, I can hardly pry myself out of there. I did make this pillow cover—ten minutes of measuring, cutting, and sewing, and then two comfy hours of crocheting the edging, guess where? That’s right. I’m afraid I have worn a me-shaped groove in one end of the couch. Well, unless you’re into snowmobiling, that’s how we do winter in my neighborhood. I make no excuses. I don’t like to be cold.
That’s a (thrifted!) piece of plaid flannel with a crocheted cotton edging. I sewed the pillow cover first, then blanket-stitched around it, followed by a round of sc, and then a round of simple shells. What is it about pillows, anyway? I feel like a new pillow changes everything. Throw one on a chair and I love the whole room all over again.
Gah, it’s so cold. Is the sun shining where you are? Tell me all about it! Really, I want to hear. Tell me about your flowering trees, and crocuses, and short sleeves. I’ll live vicariously through you.