A laundry marathon Monday night underwrote a knitting marathon, too, and D's We Call Them Pirates is finished -- except it's not. There's still the not-so-small issue of the lining to deal with. The pattern calls for a few inches of stockinette to line the inside of the hat, worked up from the waiting stitches of a provisional cast on. This is feeling like a test of my knitting character. Was fuzzy, sticky leftover Peace Fleece a good choice as a waste yarn for the provisional cast on? Not by a long shot. Is it hard to go back to knitting 100+ stitches after decreasing the hat itself down to 16? You bet. (Next hat, I'm doing the hem first, like here.) Do I have mixed emotions about working on a winter knit -- and hoping D actually has an occasion to wear it -- when I'm waiting so impatiently for spring? Absolutely.
Still relying on store-bought flowers -- pink gerberas, purple stock, and potted ivy this week (the new image over there on the sidebar).
Every day I have a wander through our lot, looking for signs of spring bulbs -- and so far, I've spotted nothing, which astonishes me. I don't think I've ever lived anywhere so utterly un-gardened (although, as a friend pointed out, that means a blank canvas for me -- a new experience as well). Relying, too, on virtual gardens, watching a snowdrop, or a crocus, or even an early daffodil blossom at the click of a mouse.