The Mister found me two bottles of the elusive White Christmas. I need it for fruitcake basting...and other things.
Like hot toddies. It's excellent in a cup of hot, sweet tea. That blankety blank Polar Vortex is headed our way again this weekend and I'm not happy. Cold here means 40 degrees not 20-or worse. Ugh.
The Mister will be leaving today and won't be back until Sunday. He has 97 year old mom duty while his brother is off to Florida. I'll have time for plenty of hot toddies and knitting, I hope. I'm planning to plant myself on the couch all weekend. I've started the Ghazal cowl with my chain plied handspun.
Somehow this week I managed to finish the first lace panel of the Nirmal...whatever shawl.
I've also got all 300 stitches ripped out and cast back on for my...um, er. Darn, I can't remember what this project is called either. I need a few more rows of ribbing before I tackle the first color chart. I better stay away from the hot toddies with this one. I'll need all my wits about me.