A Wintry Mix...

Actually it started snowing ("flurrying," my Vermont Aunts would say) yesterday afternoon, and continued overnight...I had a pretty uncomfortable tummy overnight (I had a massage after work, and I can't decide if it was the Bio Mat which I'd never been on but loved! or if something I was eating or drinking last night wasn't agreeable. But as a result, I didn't get up early, never looked out my door. About 9, I heard the tell-tale sounds {scrape-scrape} and stepped out of the warm bed long enough to peek thru the curtains - my neighbor was finished shoveling my walk and almost finished the driveway. I didn't even think twice: I went back to bed...just not feeling up to snuff at all...

But I did get up about 10:30, got breakfast (I feel pretty good now, just tired) and started laundry, dusting and a little bit of vaccuming. Sue showed up about noon (with a bowl of lentil soup from Wildflour - my FAVORITE! Thank you, Sue, that's dinner tonight!). She and I are participating in the NaKniMitMo this month and had both bought the Wintry Mix Mitts pattern and yarn. Sue and I have known each other a bit over a year, having taken yoga together. I knew she knit, and I've slowly been turning her into one of us - an obsessive knitter. I'm afraid I enabled her right into this pattern and the yarn as well.

So I used my swift and ball winder to wind up her 3 skeins and we chatted about knitting and what she needed to do to get started (this is her first Fair Isle project, and after she went off to her other errands, I wound mine up and got it loaded to Ravelry.

Last night, while I was feeling punk, I finished up dear Sis-in-law's socks and a dishcloth I'd promised her.

Please pardon The Tonk toes in that photo.

Then worked a little on my Meeting St. Mittens.

Tonk, however, was much more interested in his toy. That's one of those aluminum crinkle balls. They're light as a feather, and he can play by himself for hours (unless it goes under the sofa or under the closet door (where he sits and whines till I come with either the yardstick or the thumbs necessary to open the door so he can dart in and pull his ball to safety!
Eventually tho' he did his best Meezer imitation.
I can tell it's Tonk because of the headtilt, but I think he thinks he's fooling me!