So, it’s still winter out there.
Cold, dark, slushy, salty, dirty city winter.
None of the crystal clear sparkling bright white and arctic blue that I learned was winter where I grew up. Not for this lakeside city the blinding snow and arid cold of the Ottawa Valley, where the moisture is sucked out of your lungs in one utterly shocking breath and it seems like you can see forever. Here it’s all bitter, damp, gripping cold that seeps into your bones in a way that only a hot July sun can truly dry out.
And dudes, it’s not even February…
I knit in defense against the creeping chill. I curl on the sofa, the heater pulled near and a glass of wine at hand, and I attempt yet again to ward the season off with warm woolly wonders.
Blackberry is finished:
And I have to say; that Misti Alpaca Chunky is just like slipping into a hot bubble bath, only without the wet. It’s like a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. And some chocolate sprinkles too. It’s what you thought a cloud would be like before you learned they’re all chilly mist and grey insubstantiality.
It almost makes the remaining 8 weeks of winter seem bearable.
Now that that’s done, there’s hat the first, being made of the brown chunky alpaca for the OH. I’m doing it on smaller needles for denser fabric, and I think it will do a subtly stylish job of keeping my sweetie’s noggin toasty.
And for me, hat the second:
I can’t say I really need this, at least not in the sense that one ever needs something lovely but non-crucial, but I am somewhat lacking in lovely hats. So while it’s fallen down the priority list a couple of times, I will still get it done and enjoy it soon.
In these ways, I attempt to placate the deities of winter, to demonstrate that I respect their power and potency and will use my skills to fortify my natural defenses against them. And they will continue to play their part, making sure we all appreciate how lucky we are. Because I am lucky, very. I have beautiful yarns, and the ability to transform them into beautiful warm wearables. I have internet access that allows me to share these crafts and my thoughts with others, and to see the things they have accomplished. I have a cozy sofa to sit upon, and a loving partner to sit beside me while I do this (not to mention bringing me yarn). And all of these things are right here, at home, in my warm, safe, sheltering, comparatively spacious, comfortable home.
Dudes, I am so lucky, I can even handle winter.