First of all, people, best birthday EVAH. It started with a sweet and lovely snowfall and attendant kid euphoria, then was followed by the kindest act of comment pimping possible, and was capped off by my coworkers throwing me a rocking surprise party. I confess I was completely unable to deal with being surprised, and was eventually given a talking-to by one of my colleagues, who told me to shut up and do as I'm told, which still didn't stop me from completely ruining the surprise. But there were margaritas and a homemade cake with butterfingers in the frosting (I know!) and some of my favorite people and tapas so I was a happy camper. What a great birthday. Thanks and thanks and thanks again.
Black Friday may mean shopping for many, but for me it's the start of holiday knitting. The situation of two schools and a crew of teachers and aides means further complications. And of course my first project, a pair of fetching mitts made with handspun, will need to be frogged. I knit one and it's just a little too "swamp thing" for a gift. I'm pretty sure this teacher will get the value of a handspun, handknit gift, but you know, it just doesn't work. Frog pond.
More successful so far is a pair of pirate mittens for Mr. Henry. He seems to like the finished one (though pronounced it "yarny" in a way that was not altogether positive, though I think he was responding to scratchiness). Me, I like 'em.
And back to it...