Here's me looking skeptically out at the barren wasteland of our yard. Look at that face. That is the face of someone who is trying really hard to appreciate something bleak and colorless, and failing a little bit, but not giving up. Also, my neck got cold, and since a person can only have so many turtlenecks, I made this little cowl-ish thing last night--wow, crochet is such instant gratification. Using my usual metric, I'd calculate this cowl took me something like 1 1/2 episodes of Outlander, including having to rip back once and start over. I think it will be perfect over a little dress with a cardigan and tights--actually, it will probably go well over anything. It'll make all my warm weather clothes into cold weather clothes. How's that for results? Snap! What took me so long to make one of these? It's the accessory I needed the most, without knowing I needed it.
I started with this pattern, but had to modify it to accommodate my larger gauge and lack of yardage, and I used my leftovers from this--I had two balls of Ella Rae Latte in the stash, in the best, most pearly gray ever. This yarn is glossy and soft and pretty unbeatable. I want to wear this cowl every day, with everything. I think I will.