Baby, It's Cold Outside . . .

OK - the rain is gone, baby, gone, and we are at the beginning of what is promising to be a brutal stretch of cold weather. This will call for the industrial strength hat and scarf, I'm afraid. Linda (the Chicken Lady) and I got them at the Renaissance Faire one year and they've been the best investment in warmth that I've made in a long time. I'll have to see about a photo . . . in the meantime, think "Russian Princess."

I'm in for the night - no singing for me tonight - and no driving either. My driveway is slick as snot if you'll pardon the comparison. Apparently the snow that spent the better part of the day attempting to fall when it was warmer, melted on all available cement surfaces, and when the temp plummeted, it froze into a hidden, slick, dangerous batch of ice. Just not something I want to be driving around on, thank you.

Time for a little stash busting, I think ;-) Here's the latest in the fiber stash reduction. This is the 4 oz. of Colonial that I picked up at The Fold back in September. Here's a close-up. It's not quite thin enough to be considered fingering weight, and I think it might be a little short for socks (it's less than 400 yards), but I think it came out just fine, and it is just as I envisioned it - sort of Black Watch-ish.