Getting There

(Outside Hart House. Even a bird's nest in a lamp-post
can be saucied up with a red ribbon.)

So, not two weeks ago, as the city thawed out for spring and rain started to get to work on all the snow and ice that had piled up, Queen's Park was looking like this:

(Squelch.) Today, it's snowing. According to the paper there's an old wives' tale that says if you have a green Christmas, that means a White Easter. So break out the hot chocolate and candy canes I say.

Meanwhile, the Brennan cardigan is finally being seamed and I'm so relieved to actually have something that looks like an almost-whole garment that I'm not even phased over still having to do the button band and collar (in ribbing. Isn't my optimism hilarious?) It's a tall cardigan though, and the seams are long, so it'll be a good few days before I have another chunk of progress to report on it. But I'm happy to be on the home stretch. I'll take this and Icarus with me for the long weekend.


Mean-meanwhile, I've been distracted by shiny things in springtime colours. I'll give you one guess what it is:

Someone stop me from starting a log cabin blanket out of sock yarn. No really.

I wonder how much knitting you'd have to do to burn off the calories in a bag of Easter jelly beans? Inquiring minds want to know.