I was walking Victor this morning, telling him that I would be happier in just over a month when it is theoretically warmer and less snowy. I continued (like he understood and enjoyed the conversation) to say that I would probably complain about something and that when I did to remind me that my toes weren't ice lumps under my boots, that my hands weren't cold in gloves and in the pockets of my puffy down-filled coat, that my head wasn't cold in both a hat and a hood, and that my legs weren't cold in long johns and pants. He ignored me and continued on the important business of finding pee and poo spots. Dogs.
But for Sunday and Monday, there is this:
Some emergency boot socks with a skein of Berocco Vintage (white) that i had decided didn't work in another project and leftover Cascade 220 (red). If I hadn't baked cookies, made sweet potato burritos and tried to take a nap, they would be done. Thank goodness for worsted weight socks in winter.
The crappy picture is thanks to my iPod and the poor lighting at 5 a.m. in the morning, but it gives the general idea. I am scraping the bottom of the ball of red, so the second toe might be a bit longer than the first, but you know what? It will be in my boot and I just won't care as long as my feet feel warm and toasty.
I know that New England isn't as cold as other parts of the United States, but we have had a lot more snow than normal. Our season to date snowfall is almost 50 inches with 27 of them being this month. Weather buffs might like this almanac link; it updates each day so I can keep a running total of the snow and rain (we've had both this month).
We have more snow and sleet on tap before the month end, but I won't care. My socks will be done well before then.
