Just sat in the park knitting for the second day in a row. Am starting to belive that this winter is finally coming to an end.
Cast on a pair of Betsyanna Mitts in the softest silk yarn. The yarn was previously a barf-scarf which lurked about the house angrily, now frogged and happily becoming rose-garden hand-warmers of love.
There was free entertainment in the park – a man tried to water the grass with a giant hose that was much too powerful for him. Oh I did enjoy that.
