Happy Valentine's Day

Do we all remember the lovely yarn that Dave Daniels dyed and spun? All those pretty muted pastels. Sigh of bliss!

Don't they just rock with my old-Norwegian-lady coloring? (I saw a book cover once - I think it was called Norwegian Humor - which featured two white-haired grandmotherly ladies in white blouses and white cardigan sweaters, both pale as snow with not even a touch of lipstick to put some color in the shot. Faded blue eyes, transparent eyebrows and lashes. . . It's a darn good thing that I have a vivid personality, or I could get lost in a thick fog.)

It's hard to take self portraits decently. I have several shots of the top of my head or of my chin and boobs, but this is about the best to show face and scarf together. I am wearing the scarf almost daily, Dave, and I loves it!



Spring is quietly sneaking up upon us. Buds are swelling. Crocus are blooming in shelterd areas. Squirrels are beginning to play grabass in the upper stories of the trees. The sap is rising, and Candy is keeping a close eye on it all.

Willow asked where you buy a yarn magnet. You don't buy one. Sometimes you become one. If you are prodigal with your gifts of knitting, and expect nothing in return,not even appreciation, the Universe will enable you to continue. As soon as you begin to expect something, anything at all, moths will descend upon you. Be grateful. Rejoice in what you have. Dance and be happy and knit on. Thus endeth the lesson.