One of the first poems I memorized was Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." I can still recite it (but will spare you that). One of the remarkable things about that poem is how gentle and benign Frost makes the frozen woods seem!
"The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake."
Doesn't that sound lovely? Soft and kind and comforting? Yeah? Well here's the reality:
Killer Icicles of Death!!
Frozen, frozen, frozen, everywhere I look.
I don't know if it's the cold or just the winter blahs, but I haven't been able to commit to any project.
I did a few cables...
Started, but didn't finish, a yip-yip...(head-butt courtesy Edgar)
...and finally, finally, figured out a simple brioche stitch!
I had a good piece of 2-color going, but the edges were a mess. This is the simplest of the brioche.
In other news, a kitty had to go to the vet, so of course the doggie had to escort us.
Can't we go yet?!
How are you all doing? Winter got you down, or knitting/crocheting up a storm?