warm and fuzzy
I can’t imagine a more perfect piece of woolen goodness for a day like today. I’ve been waiting for six months for the skies to open up and deliver the snowy goods. I skipped the my yoga class this morning and spent the time shoveling the driveway and making snow angels with Cate, followed by a shower, a nap and now a quite house. I am cocooned in wool and mohair. Does life get better than this?
I made one tea cup from the fiesta tea set, it needs a handle, a saucer and some friends like a tea pot and creamer/sugar bowl, but not a bad start. I used Sugar & Creame from Michaels in candy cane. I know, Sugar & Creame, but @ $1.50 a pop, it can’t be beat.
Thanks for the wonderful comments on my last post. My path from Reagan Youth to Radical Feminist to my current state of a complex mixture of libertarianism & pragmatism has been a fun journey. The one consistant was that from the time I was able to vote, there never has been a candidate who actually represented me, I’ve always felt I was the marginalized minority so I never got my hopes up about actually seeing my world vision put into play. While I think politics are serious, I find taking them too seriously prevented me from seeing other sides of the issues.
14. November, 2004 at 15:25
What a gorgeous wrap! It is the perfect weather for it! I actually enjoyed this early snowfall.
May I ask what the pattern is? It is exactly what I have been envisioning to make for my sister but have been unable to find the right pattern.
14. November, 2004 at 20:44
What a lovely shawl/wrap. Snow angels sound like fun…but I hate snow. And I hate to get wet. The tea cup is cute…very festive. I considered that set but am burned out on the sugar and cream due to bucket hats that hurt my wrists. I definately relate to not having a candidate to represent me and being among the marginalized minority. However, my radical feminism has kept me strong and able to cling to my beliefs.
16. November, 2004 at 08:41
Cocooned in wool and mohair—how wonderful! Your wrap is gorgeous!
16. November, 2004 at 14:54
Your wrap is BEAUTIFUL!!
I’m so jealous you have snow. I LOVE snow! The softness of it and how it insulates the ground and makes everything sound so different. Like the only things you hear are the *really* important things.
Maybe that’s what the whole US needs right now - I big ol blizzard that makes you have to stay home and maybe light candles for a while and help your neighbors - no matter what their political leanings - dig out.
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