Forget The Sweater, I'm Making Mittens
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,...