I love y’all, really I do.  I confess my frequent knitting failures to you, I reveal the alarmingly bowl-like shape of my head to you, and I spend inordinate amounts of time taking pictures on my porch (baffling my neighbors in the process) so that you can know what I’m knitting.  But today, I found my limit.  Right now the thermometer on the side of my house says 24 F (that’s -4 C for the rest of the world).  That’s not actually all that cold.  It’s not balmy, but it’s manageable.  But it is also windy.  That, too, I might have been able to tolerate.  But you see, it is also raining.  I’m not even sure how that’s possible at that temperature, but I assure you it is.  The rain was the last straw.  I couldn’t bring myself to go outside.

So I chickened out and just leaned out the window.  The goal was to get some more light for a photo.  Unfortunately, it’s so overcast that it didn’t help much.  You’ll have to take my word for it when I say this is much prettier in person.  Alas, it’s actually due for a rip.  I need to go down a needle size.  I had my suspicions while I knit it, and they were confirmed after I washed it.  It grew a bit when it hit the water, and now it’s just too big.  Luckily it’s only a few hours of knitting, and the yarn holds up to ripping very well.  Version 2 will be good enough to be worth it.