Tonight while Andy and I were shoveling snow in the relatively balmy 23 degree weather and my fingers were tingling with cold, it occurred to me that as a knitter, I could actually make myself some warm items that might make such activities a little more bearable.
Amazed by my own brilliance--and that it only took me about 30 years for this to occur to me--when we came in I announced to Andy that his sweater was going to be back-burnered for a while because I was going to make myself a baklava. Andy gave me the sort of quizzical look that one would normally give someone who had just announced that they were going to knit a very rich pastry, and about that time my brain unfroze and I remembered that the word would be balaclava. Of course, Andy really wants to see me knit pastry, but I haven't yet ventured into the world of knitted food. Not that there's anything wrong with knitted food--I just don't think it's going to do much to keep me warm.
So, I'm going to dig through the stash tonight for yarn to make EZ's mitered mittens and perhaps this, and hopefully I can knit really, REALLY fast because there's more snow heading our way on Monday.