The other day I was taking a winter's day walk around the block and the wind was so blustery that it put me in the spirit of yearning for something to cover my ears, something soft and warm. Over the Christmas holidays I knitted this for Claire. She is able to wear this sort of headpiece with glamour and sophistication, and she does it so fetchingly.
I remembered there was one-half of a ball of yarn leftover from this project and it certainly did not need to go to waste. So this balmy afternoon while Charlotte and her friend played in the creek, I situated myself on the creek bank and began to knit the beginnings of another one. The chunky malabrigo yarn is fabulously lofty and dyed in the most pulchritudinous shade of orange.
I can not imagine why I decided to take the month of February to begin reading a book series by Francine Rivers. But here I am engrossed in its pages. Joining once again with Ginny's yarnalong.
