I added a few rows to my latest obsession, the crocheted blanket, using leftovers from my Must Have Cardigan, my So-Called Scarf, Bill's Leafs socks, and my Backyard Leaves scarf. Bill looked at it and said, after a significant pause, "You have an interesting way of putting colours together sometimes." I said, "Thank you."
(Yes, I do realize the colours are a little obnoxious, but these are only the first few inches of a whole blanket, so I figure there's lots of space for things to come together. They may actually be rearranged just a little, as I'm finding that my cast-on row -- or whatever that's called in crochet -- is tighter than subsequent rows, and I'd rather rip back and start again at this point than to crochet for miles and end up with one tight and puckery edge.)
What a wintry day it is! We have a foot or so of fresh, powdery snow here -- not much compared to some places. I'll show you my frosty front window:
OK, back to work. I'm revising a paper and trying desperately to stop thinking about crocheting! Who am I?